Generational Pain

My daughter left home

To seek the American dream

As a catholic lackey

I didn’t quite fit the scene

We kept touch in letters

With phone tag now & then

She thought that she knew better

Who was right in the end?

My daughter fled home

A mothers worst nightmare

A bit square in my ways

From this angle I did not fair

Years did pass, with no contact

Distance gained the upper hand

Fears that last, bring back flack

No chance to understand

My son came home

Battling war within

Scared of the truth

I perceived a life of sin

A rocky road we traveled cold

And some times lost the way

Creeping nights and hearts of gold

We found the break of day

From where I now stand

I see the joy in the rain

Tears that tore us apart

Bring life in the pain

I choose to change

I’ve found the way

Generation gained

All of time to play