I remember the lonely backyard
When Dad and I would fight
And then I'd run away again
Headstrong into the night
Never going very far
I'd never leave the yard
And slip back during darkness
To sleep in the backyard
Next morning I would go in
After he'd left for work
Mom would scold, and then feed me
And off to school I'd go
It couldn't have been easy
For him to understand
This teenage son of his
Was trying to be a man
Today I have my own son's
Who treat me with more respect
And I'm grateful that maybe
I understand them better
So Dad, I know now you were right
And I was just being rude
And that I really hurt you
And you were just being you.
I'm sorry for the trouble
I cause when I was young
I hope that I can raise mine
Like you tried to raise me
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