Where Silver Tears Do Rust
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My Story...2001
Today, I'll fly with angels
Choose to leave it all behind
No more responsibilities
The errors were not mine
I no longer want to play
This heart wrenching, awful game
Couldn't stand the sparring
The tear shed and the blame
To my mothers bosom
I shall surely run
For she will not believe them
The things that I've said and done
My wife, she stood beside me
But asked of me too much
When I had a bad day
She told the kids to hush
Today, I'll fly with angels
Choose to leave it all behind
I will tell my story
That they alone were blind
In my heart, I could not measure up
To what I think a man should be
And so I could not see
That they all needed me
I lost the boy that I called my son
The girl I wished was mine
The eldest that I created
Now I'm left all alone
I cannot forgive myself
So I cannot accept their pain
For things that have been said and done
And so I'll fly away
Today, I'll fly with angels
Freedom in my wings
The guitar that I play shall be my harp
I leave behind, my calling
And some of my worldly things
In my heart, I cannot measure up
To what I think a man should be
And so I'll fly with the angels
Although they needed me...
L.A.McNabb
2001
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Written for the father of my 3 youngest sons shortly after his suicide attempt. He moved out, moved on and is now living the life that he often spoke of...
Choose to leave it all behind
No more responsibilities
The errors were not mine
I no longer want to play
This heart wrenching, awful game
Couldn't stand the sparring
The tear shed and the blame
To my mothers bosom
I shall surely run
For she will not believe them
The things that I've said and done
My wife, she stood beside me
But asked of me too much
When I had a bad day
She told the kids to hush
Today, I'll fly with angels
Choose to leave it all behind
I will tell my story
That they alone were blind
In my heart, I could not measure up
To what I think a man should be
And so I could not see
That they all needed me
I lost the boy that I called my son
The girl I wished was mine
The eldest that I created
Now I'm left all alone
I cannot forgive myself
So I cannot accept their pain
For things that have been said and done
And so I'll fly away
Today, I'll fly with angels
Freedom in my wings
The guitar that I play shall be my harp
I leave behind, my calling
And some of my worldly things
In my heart, I cannot measure up
To what I think a man should be
And so I'll fly with the angels
Although they needed me...
L.A.McNabb
2001
Copyright © 2004 Lori Ann McNabb, All Rights Reserved
Written for the father of my 3 youngest sons shortly after his suicide attempt. He moved out, moved on and is now living the life that he often spoke of...
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My Story...2001
My Story...2001