The Forgotten Son
I wrote this song after seeing a homeless Veteran on the corner asking for money.
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
2 years ago on dateline
They told the sad story of his life
They showed a picture of him holding his cardboard sign
As they were interviewing his Ex-wife
She said he came back from fighting a losing war
Different before he left for that foreign shore
Sometimes the quietness is violence
When he cries alone in silence
In his sleep he's still screaming
Reminding him who was killed while dreaming
Sometimes you've got to scream to know
That you're alive and have a soul
Sometimes it's hard to live in the here and now
And you need someone to show you how
I'm still proud of the man that I am
If I had too, I'd do it all over again
He once thought about dying
Just thinking about it, it's terrifying
When you're forced to deal with what you feel
There's no more distractions, for this is real
There's not a lot that you can do
Out of all the choices, there's only two
You can fight to survive
Stand up and show them that you're alive
Or give up and say your final goodbye
And watch yourself slowly die
Sometimes you've got to scream to know
That you're alive and have a soul
Sometimes it's hard to live in the here and now
And you need someone to show you how
I'm still proud of the man that I am
If I had too, I'd do it all over again
I fell asleep last night in my car
I ate with what was put in my jar
They yell get a job you junkie
I had a job. I fought for my country
Some people scream obscenities
And feed off of my insecurities
I cried out for help to the government
All they did was circumvent
Now that my job is done
I'm the forgotten son
Sometimes you've got to scream to know
That you're alive and have a soul
Sometimes it's hard to live in the here and now
And you need someone to show you how
I'm still proud of the man that I am
If I had too, I'd do it all over again
© Patrick Sullivan 2018
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