Mon Père, you stood tall like rock, a statue
When I couldn't bear to stand
Told me that the past was behind us now
And gave me hope in the future
Mi Padre, you told me how she left
And how narrow and witless she was
Filled my mind up with anger and distrust
Helped me see what I would otherwise have overlooked
My Father, now your eyes glaze over and I know your eyes see the past
You strive for just one more dollar, searching for joy
Now I know the stone statue's crumbling
Or maybe it was just salt to begin with.
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