The screen door slammed, she didn't look back,
A suitcase packed, a heart gone slack.
Just me and the boy in this lonesome fight,
Sleepless hours blend into the night.
Whiskey burns but it don't soothe,
A father's love ain't bulletproof.
Tears on my shoulder, his voice cracked thin,
"Daddy, is Mommy coming back?"I choke on the words, hold him tight,"Son, we've got to keep walking, through this dark night."
The clock ticks slow, whiskey tears flow the bottle runs dry,
A child's laughter turns to a midnight cry.
His small hands clutch what he can't explain,
While I battle my demons in the pouring rain.
The shadows grow long, the nights stretch wide,he looks up at me says daddy why are you crying do you miss mommy too
I whisper to him boy A man can't run from the ache inside.
Tears on my shoulder, his voice cracked thin,
"Daddy, is Mommy coming back?"
I tell him stories 'bout stars that shine,
the whiskey whispers, "Boy, it's just us on this grind."
The bottle’s dry, but the ache still lingers,
Little hands clutchin’ my calloused fingers.
Moonlight’s cold through the broken blinds,
Another sleepless night, I’m losing my mind.
Her scent’s long gone, but the hurt remains,
Her ghost haunts the walls, whispering names.
Daddy, is Mommy coming back?His voice cracks like thunder, my soul turns black.
Tears fall heavy, but I hide my pain,
In this whiskey rebellion, I shoulder the strain.
Crayon drawings on a splintered table,
I patched his heart best as I could
Bedtime stories ‘bout stars and trains, memories of her him and me when we were family
While my own dreams crashed like a runaway train the whiskey tears pour
Her goodbye note still burns in my eyes,
It’s me and the boy, under outlaw skies.
Daddy, is Mommy coming back?
His voice cracks like thunder, my soul turns black.
Tears fall heavy, but I hide my pain,
In this whiskey rebellion, I shoulder the strain.
The whiskey burns, but it’s not enough,
This life’s a fistfight, and the rounds are rough.
I’m a cowboy lost, riding circles in the rain,
But for my boy, I’ll take every ounce of pain.
Daddy, is Mommy coming back?
His voice cracks like thunder, my soul turns black.
Tears fall heavy, but I hide my pain,
In this whiskey rebellion, I shoulder his pain shelter his strain praying to a god I don't know exists why are you putting my son through this why have you chosen me to raise him all alone why did his momma leave us where did she go didn't she love us like we loved her didn't he matter didn't I matter didn't we matter it doesn't matter she missed his chapters he turned out to be one hell of a man not like me as for me well I'm still hanging on To whiskey Tears an years of questions yet I have no answers for him
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