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As I stare my son dead in his beautiful brown eyes, I begin to whisper

I'd be ashamed to say I was ever the same as my father, I swear you'll never see me come home drunk and pissed off at the world

You'll never smell the whiskey on my breathe I came to understand came with cutting words and close fisted bare hands

I'd be ashamed to say I was anything like that man, angry and full of nothing

I swear you'll never hear me put you down, you'll never wear a bruise from misuse or abuse, because I know. . . I know, I know how it feels to wish you was numb, wish you was anywhere but here, yet here I am a smile because I've got you

You may think you have it hard when I punish you, but one day when your a man, I'll show you the love I wear on my skin, I'll show you my father's scars

A drunk fathers temper or a sober fathers neglect, I didn't get to choose, a different day a different man, all he ever taught me was how to lose

Ask you mother about your dads trust issues because you can't know. . . you won't know

I don't want your sympathy it won't mean a thing, nor your tears and I'd it hate if because of me you was ever sad, I'm ok with what life's brought me through

The world is truly beautiful and life has been especially good to me since I had you