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The List


You know, now that I think about it, I could be added to that list A list that's probably endless By the second growing by the millions Just wondering if it's some kind of trend Like Falling dominoes that I fear has no end Nevertheless add me to that list.. That endless list of children who grow up fatherless say if one was to write down all their names Surely that paper could fill fifty five freight trains Or store them on a computer and watch it explode because of the massive HARD DRIVE overload Of names Seems the world is filled with absent fathers, they're all I see Not even sure what I father is anymore, can you tell me Cause the only fathers I see are the.ones on tv, the ones that are make believe, the ones I create in my head that seem to be no more than a dream I.guess somewhere in someone's family tree a fruit created a fatherless seed And that seed went on reproducing The same way it was created resulting Sea of fatherless seeds resulting In a forest of fatherless trees Who are unaware of their evolution If there was a book entitled deadbeat dads there'd be so much to read I've heard forty five too many bad-daddy stories Nevertheless put me on the list, that endless list of children who grow up fatherless Having an absent parent leaves a hole in your heart An underlying, perpetual invisible in birthmark What should you expect from a child who began their race with a bad start Their futures equivalent to a question mark Because it's hard to reach for the stars when you've only known there was a ceiling if only they could step up, Help us by giving real love Know that we need more than a few phone calls, and some holiday hugs Though I suppose it is hard to draw something you've never actually seen before But if only us as a community Could just realize that the equation that looks like A child raised by a single.mother to the power of babysitting little brothers divided by mommy's low income, minus the support of a father plus the poorly funded public schools times the the cost to feed four growing children on minimum wage with rent that's more the half a month's pay Doesn't have to be equivalent to a future filled with foolishness and ignorance When you take this equation and add Dedication and elbow grease do the math Then multiply disadvantages by The amount of stars in the sky Because they each represent open opportunities If we looked at gray skies and saw sunshine we would be alright If we looked at our varied difficulties And adversities And saw endless possibilities there would be no end to our success nevertheless add me to that list a list that's probably endless by the millisecond growing by the billions add me too to that list of children who grow up fatherless D-E-J-A-S-H-A-N-A B-O-Y-D Yes that's right, that's me
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