He was there
End of the couch
It was seeing a rock shed water
A body that was tired and done
Each shiver a revving on the engine
That produced those heavy tears
I'm surprised the floor under the couch didn't begin cracking
This poor man and his time
So many hours
So many days
How many summers did he miss out on?
What did he do for his birthdays?
How many night outs did he miss?
Dreams put to the side
I don't know if he ever does dream
I'm pretty sure his eyes just close
Nothing but black
Not dreamy black
Not even a gloss
No light enters
Goals never obtained
For god sake all he wanted was freedom
But he did what he was told
Like a fool never questioning anything
He played the role of a good man
And like good men he got killed for doing so
Stabbed right through the back
I see the droplets of blood mixed in with the tears
Gathering up underneath him
A pool of despair and betrayal
He thought he played a role that made sense
Made sense to him
It's what his father did
And his father before him
Each one playing the role of a good man
He wanted his family to be loved
“¿Que quieres mijo?”
“¿Vamos a mirar una película?
“¿Vamos pa la playa?”
“Una dia todo eso, todo que yo tengo, vas a tener”
He wanted his family to be happy
He sacrificed his ambitions
Jesus this man can’t even eat with freedom
Tied to insulin and sugar readings
Just to obtain it all
And than for it to be stripped away in a day
A single day
I don't know if he deserved it
I don't know if it was right
I don't know if he ever really did the smart thing
The best thing
The true thing
All I know is I saw him try
I could see it even more so in his tears
Those are tears of care
Of a fucking attempt
What did you do?
When the hell did you give up that type of time?
Those types of goals?
You wonder why I never really go home
Well guess what?
Don't expect a visit