Untitled (Father) Father Can you hear me Father Are you watching me I'm not mad at you dad 'Cause you did what you could Couldn't help what you did But sometimes I feel so guilty inside I didn't cry when you died Mother Broken tears crying Raindrops fall, crush black asphalt Empty father's day, empty father's day Sometimes I wish I could find a way To lighten your pain I don't know but it's my observation That death's something more Than an extended vacation Sometimes it seems that you're stumbling around But no, you're heading straight For that hole in the ground I don't know but I've been told That we all have a time When we all have to go away And pray that we're saved I pray that we're saved Father Can you hear me Father Are you watching me I'm not mad at you dad 'Cause you did what you could Couldn't help what you did We always thought that we'd have enough time To make it all turn out right In my time of dying When I go to face the maker Can I accept with grace What fate may hold Ash to ashes, dust to dust With eyes towards heaven In God I trust But I will not go gently into that night Save me Save me from myself © 1991 John Mendenhall
