I walk along this lonely road on the east side of the park
Listen…
Birds chirping, trees rustling, a couple of dogs bark
Listen harder…
Kids running, playing, laughing, having a good time with their mom or their
dad
Green with envy, tears come to my eyes, for this is something I’ve never
had
A dad plays catch with his boy, a mom pushes her son on the swing
I’ve never had that joy, and to watch it makes my eyes sting
To have what they have, I would give absolutely anything
But I’m too old now and all I have is painful memories on which to
reminisce
And as I watch these kids, it brings even more anguish seeing what I missed
They’ll go home tonight and get tucked in bed with a goodnight kiss
After a bedtime story, they’ll be off to sleep for the night
The only thing my mom ever kissed was a deadly pipe
While my dad made-out with a bottle of hard liquor
Then I’d cry myself to sleep as they fought and bickered
The tears would disappear as the world faded away
But I knew they would be back the very next day
Just like they are now as I watch these kids play

 
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