A Saturday Night

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Jamie Lenman - Rock

A Saturday Night

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My old man died on a Saturday night I watched as he just stopped breathing And though it was awful and painful and sad I was glad that he wasn't alone It felt like something he'd just had to go through; An arduous task he'd been given And it seemed so unfair it was his cross to bear; The sickest and weakest of us Oh, we never spoke much as a father and son But we had an understanding And I still hear his voice when I open my mouth; In anger, or wisdom, or such Or if I see a similar jacket or hair I think for a moment I've found him But then I remember It's not about "where," And I know he's not lost He is gone I'm just glad that he wasn't alone

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  • Jamie Lenman