And he sits in the corner
Of the mold clad room
Wondering if his boy
Will return from school soon
Life isn't worth living
But is living worth life
An unanswerable question
Answered with knife
The boy grew up well
Strong at heart
But depression moves quick
And we're back to the start
And he sat in a corner
Of an old dusty room
Would he see his father
In heaven, real soon
Should a son love a father
If a fathers life is done
An unanswerable question
Answered with gun
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