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—
fatherless generation
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—