I want to emphasize the idea of family.
Two figures creating life, and raising courageous human beings.
A mother’s touch that destroys bad dreams. 
Every dawn and dusk linger with kisses and hugs.
There’s nothing better than being smothered by parent’s love.
But what about the kids who grew up in sin?
The sound of their father’s footsteps shaking their shins,
for alcohol changes a person within.
Broken hearts and broken dreams linger in my history.
The lost relationship I never had, because the crisp taste of poison
became my dad.
When my father put that bottle to his lips, I knew it was my time to leave.
His addiction forced him to rage with hatred, and caused him to react violently.
Growing up the flashing lights of red and blue was nothing new, nor strange for me to see.
My father’s tantrums lured cop cars to line up on my street.
With his face black and blue, he begged for authority to let him through.
His only request was to kiss and hug me.
Deep down I know my father loves me. 
But what can you do when you try to save the people you love?
You show compassion, and prove that life isn’t all about the drugs.
I've attempted to save my father many, many times,
but my father’s brainsick and he needs serious help.
The shine of the bottle is glued to his hand leaving him defenseless against himself.
Corruptive poison soaked through his pores, crawled through his veins,
slowly taking my
sweet,
sober
father away.