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Snow ball fights and other childish times

We are only young until tragedy strikes

Mother came outside and grabbed me by my arm

And I got mad thinking she thought I did something wrong

I can’t believe I went into that moment kicking and screaming



On the floor the telephone caught its fall

The kitchen for once was cold

I heard distant echoes escape the receiver

I was young but not stupid, not naïve

The dad I had barely known

I now knew was gone



Anger and lack of answers made me a man

That day I became a bottle and kept my emotion in it

Thought that if there isn’t love then what’s the point

I gave up, I copped out the same way my father did

Now on the other end I can hear my wife and son’s every breath



On the floor the telephone caught its fall

The kitchen for once was cold

I heard distant echoes escape the receiver

I was young but not stupid, not naïve

The dad I had barely known

I now knew was gone



Thomas was only six when I died in his heart

It’s hard now knowing we’ve barely spoken since

Now with this last coin my pride and arrogance is dead

It’s now up to him



“Hello…”

Then I head the telephone hit the floor

And he yelled



“I heard distant echoes escape the receiver

I was young but not stupid, not naïve

And You the dad I had barely known was gone

So at this point, you to me doesn’t matter at all”