When i was one he was ten
i think of how it was then
hard times, family problems everyday
trying to help my dad get his way
not old enough to know i hugged him tight
not knowing he cried, when no one was in sight
how much he hated dad for being mean
he tried so hard even at thirteen
but nothing was ever good enough
for him no one knew it was that tough
but he cried in his room sad and alone
i remember the day i heard the phone
it rang, i can hear it so clearly
i remember the funeral tearily
why did it have to be him?
when he drank his life became dim
supposedly it was my dads fault
he made Corys life come to a hault
but it was no ones fault that he died
i hate the words commit suicide
the funeral made the family colder
my dads hand squeezing my shoulder
hunting was his favorite thing to do
my dad used to go to
i will never pick up a gun again
when i was one he was ten
i didnt go to school at all that year
everyday i'd shed a tear
365 drops of pain
i would just go out and lay in the rain
i was so depressed and so young
i remeber the song that was sung
i quit talking to my day every night
mom cried, hugging all of us tight
she lost it,and cried each day
trying to make her talk, she had nothing to say
he always smiled, never got mad
always trying his best to help out dad
its hard seeing his picture smiling back at me
everyone should have just let him be
i remember when he became very weak
he'd ask me to come and kiss his cheek
i remember when i was one he was ten
i hope to see my brother in heaven
