Leonard - Acoustic
Born in the Bronx
To a mom with two dead end jobs
No education
Told him he wouldn't go far
But you can't get lower when that's where you start
So he joined the army
But he didn't know what that meant
Hell on earth
Less left alive than dead
He didn't talk about it I knew he didn't forget
So I won't stop putting up a fight
Cause he showed me the way
Of knowing wrong from right
Cause every time I don't know how
To get out what I'm in
I close my eyes and think of him
He became a doctor in 1952
No money to his name
But all he knew
Was to help
Pull everybody through
So I won't stop putting up a fight
Cause he showed me the way
Of knowing wrong from right
Cause every time I don't know how
To get out what I'm in
I close my eyes and think of him
I'm twenty-five
And he's a memory now
Dog tags on my neck
So I know he's around
When I look up I know he's looking down
So I won't stop putting up a fight
Cause he showed me the way
Of knowing wrong from right
Cause every time I don't know how
To get out what I'm in
I close my eyes and think of him
Born in the Bronx
To a mom with two dead end jobs
To a mom with two dead end jobs
No education
Told him he wouldn't go far
But you can't get lower when that's where you start
So he joined the army
But he didn't know what that meant
Hell on earth
Less left alive than dead
He didn't talk about it I knew he didn't forget
So I won't stop putting up a fight
Cause he showed me the way
Of knowing wrong from right
Cause every time I don't know how
To get out what I'm in
I close my eyes and think of him
He became a doctor in 1952
No money to his name
But all he knew
Was to help
Pull everybody through
So I won't stop putting up a fight
Cause he showed me the way
Of knowing wrong from right
Cause every time I don't know how
To get out what I'm in
I close my eyes and think of him
I'm twenty-five
And he's a memory now
Dog tags on my neck
So I know he's around
When I look up I know he's looking down
So I won't stop putting up a fight
Cause he showed me the way
Of knowing wrong from right
Cause every time I don't know how
To get out what I'm in
I close my eyes and think of him
Born in the Bronx
To a mom with two dead end jobs
Credits
Writer(s): Craig Wilson, Gregory Adam Steinfeld
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