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Where Was He?


Where was he? Forsee the dream I once would flee my skin to bleed Where was he When the demons wearing innocent smiles came crashing in Stole my identity Pumped me with chemicals Nah, son Just sit down, and eat But why eat if I can't even hope to dream a dream if the whole world wants to take it from me? Where was he? When all the cries blared like sirens wail In the night What happened? Was it me, the closet, the stagefright? Where was he? Plans for me? But not a dime and my pocket And still don't understand why he gave this to me. I see the world differently He didn't even try to save me. Where was he? When my faith failed in him. Where was he? I turned to the truth and spilled it. I turned the curse into a gift that filled my days But Father pays homage to the good ones And forgets all the strays. Where is he? Sitting in some booth, filling out papers Maybe somewhere in the sky Bleeding his heart out? Where is he? I was weak then but now I am strong. A father above made me with a call to heed The choice to make this life the waking dream. Rid the world of monsters and nightmares and pay homage to the real father that made me, breaks me But never disgraced me.
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