25 Years

My mother said things were fine
And turned the other way
My troubles she said go way back
Far before your day
But things are alright
She said it's all right
You could see it on her face
Her days of praise had gone astray
And moved on to another place
My father threw up his arms
In a cold aggressive rage
I've been fighting my consicience
Years now every single day
We live alone now
But no one is to blame
His days away go unexplained
Things will never be the same
What's there to pray about?
Letting go is not so simple
What's there to pray about?
I should have picked another hero