Then I'll Be Dead

Then I'll Be Dead The whispered breath Of impotence Mumbles to himself of nothing Things left unsaid A father's death A father's death Steals his boy's chance to see Him as anything But as perfect And all long And all along I won't be long Where I don't belong Then I'll be dead Then I'll be dead I'll have everything that I wanted Then I'll be dead A father's death A father's death Steals his boy's chance to see Him as anything But as perfect I laid in bed Sent up a prayer just talking to Myself of nothing When God was there