"Sunday Fathers"
I used to be a sunday kid
Didn't care what my father did
I didn't really see the pain
For all I knew he was to blame
Sunday fathers sunday fools
We have to follow all the rules
We get our turn just wait in line
We're doing nothing except buying time
Now I feel my fathers pain
I feel as though I will go insane
Now I know the reasons why
I used to see my father cry
I swore I'd never wear his shoes
Now as he did I pay my dues
Life just seems to dwindle on
Yet the pain grows with every dawn
I feel so empty deep down inside
This severe pain that's so hard to hide
I shed these tears they comfort me
My dreams of life will never be
I have lost it all I don't care
I've lost my son life is so unfair
I dream of things that I could do
Yet they are all wrong in society's view
I hope that he will learn to see
He will always be a part of me
I love him and only want the best
But until he understands I can not rest
I am sorry Jesse I want to be there
Son you will never understand how much I care
I long to spend time with you
God knows I LOVE YOU
I wrote this about my oldest son, Jesse, two months after his mother and I split up. He is now 20 tears old.
We are able to enjoy his time with his three younger brothers, together.
Charles Gaudin
