Dad

Dad, can you help me fix this shit? I keep trying to build mountains out of nothing, And you always could fix anything. I know, you'd pick a shovel up, and help me Dig my own grave, if only I'd ask. But youve done enough digging in your day, So I won't ask. Instead Ill just keep staring at that picture. The one of me and you, I was two with my plastic hammer. You had your hammer too. I keep trying to find the answeres. Answeres for an old man from a you one. Like at the end of an empty life There is a fire to light. But there is not. Dad, is there a place for men like us? The road we walk is hard. The whole world is something we carry like a cross And there is nobody who can help us with the load. There's not, I know. Dad, do we have a place? Do we have a purpose? I'm sure we do, But I doubt we will find it in our lifetime.