fatherless generation

i'm still looking for someone to answer my questions someone to speak soothing words over me. fatherless

i’ve held the pain
	of a fatherless generation
looking into glassy eyes
	of those who cannot cry.

i feel the ache of 
	a fatherless generation
and it’s in their wake
	i’ve been made.

i'm still looking for someone
	to answer my questions
someone to speak soothing words over me,

but when i'm held and close
	i'm always on my own—

i've grown content with growing lonely

sure i’d fit in a thousand other jobs
	and of course they’d take me on the team,

but my heart is aching from a fatherless generation
	and so only of fatherhood can i dream…

i drank the pain
	of my fatherless generation
and i'm soaking still in blood
	i look for the hand 
		to carry me away

	who will pick me up?

i cannot imagine anymore…
	i cannot imagine not holding this ache.

i’ve been given the pain
	of a fatherless generation…

now what will i give away?