Life is not always fair, but each of us has an obligation

They found her in bar
On the seedier side of town
She was dressed in sleep

Sheriff old and wise
Put a hand on shoulder
Your father has passed on

She emptied the shot glass
Got up but fell down
Sheriff helped her to a car

Her head was pounding
The ticket was free
She boarded the plane

She left him at sixteen
An Angry young rebel
She had it figured out

Soft the tears came
Life was hard
No deathwatch

Mom was waiting
So long was all
Arms wrapped tight

I was not sure
Each cried soft
They were all they had

Two stood at the cemetery
Is this really all
She in red mom in black

Could have stayed
Went back
Mom understood