His hands are cold and his feet are numb.
He stands on the corner of dark lonely avenue and waits.
Waits for what? I don’t know.
Maybe for a miracle or a chance to be forgiven because he knows he hasn’t been living right.

As he walks through the shadows of death, the world gives him a cold shoulder
But he knows it’s remorse and the wanting of long lost souls
Eating him up inside like magnets.
For he knows those two girls need there father (point to the side)
And those two boys need a role model but so much for that.

Because in 2004 his oldest son Devin died at the age of eighteen
due to seven gun shot wounds to the chest.
And it all could have been prevented if his father told him right from downright wrong.
And Dorian is a high school drop out
with a ninth grade education and now has a baby,
But maybe,
His father could have told him to not be so crazy.

But how can a father teach his children
tough love when his father never taught him nor wanted him at all.

And now his only hope lies
in my eyes. And he seems to be scared to look at me because he knows i’m not
daddy’s little girl anymore.
And it makes him want to cry yet smile.
But he knows it is time to tell the truth.

The truth of why daddy never called.
Dad didn’t call because he didn’t want to Make another promise that he couldn’t keep.
Dad didn’t call because he was too busy crying his heart out.
Dad didn’t call that night because he was busy lying on the bathroom floor over a drug overdose.
Dad didn’t call because he was all out of excuses.

And before he could say all of these things I looked into his lifeless eyes and said
I forgive you. I forgive you.