A Family Tradition

Written so that one could believe
All emotions he could not conceive
Nothing works when thoughts run dry
When everything isn't worth the try

A future forced down his throat
Words he's heard so much he could quote
You'll be just like your father
Don't try to resist, don't be a bother

This ugly, disgusting family tradition
Of using his child for his own ambition
Isn't worth the shattered window glass
That ends in a church, a tearful mass

All his father has is a shallow grave
Of a son he could of saved
Time will never heal his teary eyes
Or forgive his hundred goodbyes