is it worth the tears
you broke my heart for the umpteenth time
you, a man i still call dad
is it worth fighting for
you tore my art pieces and sold my guitar
you destroyed my world over and again
is it worth living on
you trample on everything we have
you stooped so low to keep up with your dirty gambling vice
you make the home a desperate, unwelcoming den
Every tear I cry
somebody comforts me from above
Everytime I fight
my passion for art and music strengthens
And I will choose to live
to tell a story that will bring hope to the anguished
you broke my heart for the umpteenth time
you, a man i still call dad
is it worth fighting for
you tore my art pieces and sold my guitar
you destroyed my world over and again
is it worth living on
you trample on everything we have
you stooped so low to keep up with your dirty gambling vice
you make the home a desperate, unwelcoming den
Every tear I cry
somebody comforts me from above
Everytime I fight
my passion for art and music strengthens
And I will choose to live
to tell a story that will bring hope to the anguished
1 comment:
i lost my freedom of practicing the guitar. He kicked the door real hard.
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