I am tired Lord Daddy
My mind a raging hell
Blood and parts pieces
Clutter up my mind
I can hear whistling
Of lung air escaping
CPR no chest to compress
I taste his blood
Why will it not go away
Why has it come to stay
I am tired
So very tired
I wrote a letter to my Dad
But think about never had
One that did run away
Will I have strength to stay
I want it to be quiet
For my mind to go away
I rest in You Daddy Lord
But it doesn’t go away
Maybe it will never go away
Maybe it has come to stay
What round is it today
Punch drunk another day
I wrote a letter to Dad today