Getting Out Of My Own Way

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Dad's Change

Dad's Change

Dad's change always jingled in his pocket
Sometimes when he was asleep I would sneak in and hock it
Dad's change came from a place at the end of our street
A place where people went to eat, drink, and meet
Dad's change was something we all wanted
What held him back was his self image haunted
Dad spent his evenings in a bar
I alone in my room dreaming of my first car
Waiting for Dad to change I cried a million tears
I became more like him over the years
I became a dad and my girls would ask for my change
Often like my Dad I was emotionally out of range
I tried to change for them a few times theses past years
Desperately wanting to overcome my own fears
I'm so glad for Dad and I today our change we have to share
We didn't know all we had to do was be honest and truly care