Mine was a bad dad The hitman but the only one I had And even though I never knew him Even so I know I never outgrew him And when he shook me Off his leg like a pest then it took me The rest of my life to pay for what He was or afterlife for what he was not He killed for money Shot and got paid and thought it was funny He had fought two wars and he knew fear Was the opposite of what is now and here But I was afraid In the here and now and my dad somehow Was there and not there like a story Of ice-blue-eyed madness horror and glory +Steven Curtis Lance Copyright MMXIII