My Sweet Jessica

Think a little about your youth
Why was I not there for you my child?
Maybe ambition
Maybe lack of responsibility
Maybe I did not know how to do the hard yards

I always had dreams for you though
My sweet girl
I always thought I would come back and save you
But as life goes challenges arise
And fathers seem to lack the mother gene

In hard times fathers seek work
New horizons

With dreams for our loved ones and children
A pot of gold at the end of our folly

In my youth it all fell apart
Alcohol and peer group pressure took me away from you
It took me away from the world

Of Family

I lost all of my children

I lived in hell
I still live in hell my child

I can never give you a father
I can give you a friend