Tears for a Son

I’ve been wasting many years
On the side of your bed
Watching her take care of junior
This ain’t the life I wished for
To see my son living his life an empty shell
While I am living hell
My back hurts
And ruins my sleep
The man next door plays evil music
He’s such a creep
The mask I carry on the outside
Prevents the inside from shining through
The pain of missing you…
Now…
One last try
No, I won’t let my son die
Heaven tends to help
The believing ones
Let us hope for light
Tomorrow’s a brand new day
Spare us a day of sorrow and decay