Torches And Tragedies

Children who watch their fathers rise to work each day
 Becoming bitter as they piss their lives away
 Out of balance as he stumbles to the porch
 Too young to recognize the passing of the torch
 And so they cry (in fear)
 They wonder why (not here)
 The cycle punctuates an atmosphere of pain and lies
 It gets to where one never knows what to expect
 A bedtime story or a broken nose or neck
 They take it in and take it on
 Like they've been shown
 It goes on and on and
 Too many sterile homes without a thing to say
 A generation losing innocence this way and
 No recognition of the bridges as they burn
 Just repetition of behaviors they have learned
 And so they cry (in fear)
 They wonder why (not here)
 We tip the fragile scales of temperament and guilt
 Too soon mistaken for the will that makes us strong
 But looking back it's just the shame we pass along
 My dreams too often true
 I will never be the same as you
 Born dead to live a lie
 Shut down when I see you cry