He had a dad, who drank too much,
Who fell down fast, and could not last,
He showed no love, to this his son,
Just took his time, and drank till nine.
He felt alone, in this here zone,
Without a dad, to show him how,
A harden life, he grew to know,
A bitter taste, of love unknown.
He picked him up, this dad he got,
To bed he laid, his simply shade,
In search of more, he wished and poured,
A single glass, of tears and hurt.
We did not see, this life he led,
Or hear the cries, he bleed with red,
For fear to show, the pain he’d known,
He hid away, the shame of home.
But do not judge, his fate with haste,
He’ll turn you round, without a sound,
A hero around, his life so bound,
To this his dad, whilst others found none.
By Julius Fa