It was a Sunday, Morning
I was way too young for this day
The phone rand and her face changed
That's when all the pain came
I sat and tried to comprehend
That I'd never see my dad again
He never saw me, singing
He never saw me spell my name
And the images won't fade
Another Sunday, morning
The biggest day of my life
She said, "There's something inside me
Nine months and you will meet him"
In the delivery room I'm a patient boy
I wait, I wait, I wait
For the new life we created
If he's watching from above
Would he be proud?
It's painted on my brain
You're voice my joy or pain
It's painted on my brain
No matter what I do or say
These images won't fade

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