He left his family
About a month ago
He left his infant son
Who he will never know
...
Blessid are the children
Who sleep amoung the war
They live in disregard of
The pain they have in store
...
They Think He's Dead
He left his family
About a month ago
He left his infant son
Who he will never know
He was an alcoholic
And he liked to bet
He couldn't hold a job
He was stuck in debt
They were getting evicted
So he had no choice
He couldn't bear the sadness
In his women's voice
The baby was crying
And he couldn't think
So into desperation
He began to sink
He got the idea
Stuck in his head
To dissappear
And now they think he's dead