Late night walks

through passed out kids and empty beers

left like beans on the ground and he remembers the way home.

It’s the void, it’s pointlessly leading him

underneath the overwhelming weight of a cruel light.

Oh, look at you now. Those tired eyes eaten by your skin.

The resigned grin you wake up with.

Crooked jars

and nothing left of what once was a father. And I slackly let things go unnoticed.

He’s got damaged ears, he decides what to and not to hear, so is it me that lacks of communication?

Oh, look at you now. Those tired eyes eaten by your skin.

The resigned grin you wake up with.

You took me to the mountains, we reached the hills, stone-in-hand we hit the lakes.

We used to cheer up one another but that was not enough.

It still sticks in my mind all those times I thought you were a wimp,

I understand now you are one of the strongest men I’ve ever known.