My Son (A Blues in Lavender)

My father was a tyrant, who lived his life a lie,
My father was a mean man, who lived his life a lie,
By maintaining his fiction, I nearly caused my son die.

My son dances and swings and lives freely in the life,
My son, he dances and swings and lives freely in the life,
But I saw him as a danger and gave him nothing but strife.

I took my daddy’s poison and my soul became bereft,
Yeah, I sipped my daddy’s bad brew, and my soul became bereft,
With the poison of my words, haters nearly beat my son to death.

My son is living, but I can’t give myself a save,
(Naw, I didn’t win no game)
Yes, my son survived, but I can’t give myself a save,
It’s a heavy burden that I’ll carry straight to my grave.

© 2017, gar. All rights reserved.


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