Your Song, Your Life, Stolen

Your Song Your Life, Stolen Delayed was your departure from this world Ended with a single stroke of bad luck Crashing your dreams, like the bottle to your scalp He had but one job in your life Yet he completely failed you, didn't he? Drinking away his days, and for what? Sure the apartment was small One wife, one daughter Crammed into one tiny room Was it really all that bad? You had always made the honor roll Skin fair and hair as red as the setting sun Stranger to cops, Respected amongst your peers A daughter he should have held more dear His wife had always been at his side His bills on time, friends at his back His pay was steady, albeit not that great Was it really all that bad? It was hard for you to keep friends because of him Disgusting, loathsome, drunk No one should have ever called him father He had but one job in your life Yet he completely failed you, didn't he? To celebrate your rise yet cause an untimely demise Forced to wake amongst the living, yet imitate the dead Sentenced to life, with no parole You never complained Rather you sought a new life Down a different path Something true, something you knew you had to do I remember the days you spent honing your craft Polishing and playing that six string of yours Performing on every street corner Auditioning every chance you got Perfecting something true, something you knew you had to do Lashing out in defiance Speaking to all who would hear Targeting the children of misfortune So they may know, they are never alone Above all else you showed the world You would no longer be the victim Ironic? To have come so close Yet yield no respectable resolution Such is the way of this world, some days On the other hand though What else did you have to lose?