I'm sorry about that note I wrote.
I don't think that it killed you though.
I've come to learn that sometimes bad
things happen without reason.
We get sick and sometimes die.
I've carried all this guilt with me
Now it's time to set it free
please forgive me all the things that I did wrong
I've asked myself what makes a lion a lion I've
asked myself what makes a lion a lion
I'm sorry about the fight we had
I miss you and I love you dad
I forgive you all the things that you did wrong.
You were a man, not a saint.
I can see you sitting there,
your troubled smile and receding hair.
And if I listen to the lesson in your music,
I can hear it, though it's faint.
Dad you had an old guitar an
d you played me folk songs
You didn't want me to play like you
And now at last I see that all those years
ago and all those years since, dear dad,
I've learned to play like me.
Dear dad, I've learned to