

Prompt / Lyrics
A ghost in the doorway, a bill on the floor A shadow that’s pacing, a lock on the door The smoke in the hallway is thick and it’s gray A debt that was left for a stranger to pay The blood in the veins isn't always the truth There’s a hole in the ceiling, a leak in the youth And the walls are as cold as the ash in the tray. A house built of wood by a hand that stayed A debt that was earned, but never was paid The hardest of words is a mountain to climb A name that got lost in the passage of time The least he deserves is the one thing unheard The weight of a crown in the shortest of words. (Dad.) The coffee is steaming, the kitchen is quiet A war in the spirit, a silent-born riot A seat at the table that’s always been filled By the ghost of a man that the silence has killed The "belonging" is missing, a piece of the glass The shadows are long and they’re heavy to pass And the trust is a bridge that is starting to rust. A biological stranger, a biological ghost The man in the hallway is the one who did most The anger is armor, the silence is steel A wound that is older than anyone feels. The debt isn't paid. The name isn't said. Maybe tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow. Dad.
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Indie Sam fender style
2:26
No
2/20/2026