If you can’t trust your foremost-born son But think of him as if he doesn’t care If you can’t see the damage, been done And carry on as if it’s yours to bear If you can’t see the truth laid before you But see the story filled with lies And think that all the pain is for you And think that you’re the one that cries
If you can’t see the innocent parties Before you push away all hope Before you chew them down – like smarties Then leave and slowly start to lope If you can’t see the fear you produce In those that want and need you near If you can’t hear the silence let loose Nor see the dry and shriveled tear
If you can’t stop and change the angle If you can’t see another’s side If you can’t let your mind untangle And push your twisted thoughts aside If you can’t see a loyal person If you can’t feel the prayers and blessings Then that is why it will always worsen As blindness will stop your life progressing
If you can’t see a family, loyal If you can’t see someone to trust None of us are godlike – royal But we are all still faithful, just If you can’t feel the help we offer
And realise what you truly had You’ll lose it all to the garden coffer Except the love I have for you, dad
Schizophrenia has finally taken him away and all we can do is hope that he sees the love