No Father to steer your wavering arm
No role model to shield you from thoughts that cause harm
No sound advice to keep you on track
No happy memories on which to look back
Looking for a figure, a means of restraint,
A desire to belong, a home quaint
No clear vision, but compromise
Hidden emotions when someone dies
When feelings of loneliness are ever so strong
When seeds of bitterness are the title of your songs
When the path to badness has become so long
Where do you belong?
You will not turn back, as you must be strong
You will not ponder, innocent lives lost for long
You cannot show this life course to be wrong
But could life be changed if you changed your song?
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