Day of the Dead

I never became the father that I always wanted to be
Each night getting drunker than the last I couldn't see what was in front of me
My job, my kid, my beautiful wife and everything in between
They're all just a product of life that I never meant to leave
But I hope you have heard
All that I said and my heart reaches you, on the day of the dead
The day of the dead
Oh I can still hear you calling out my name
From the rise of the brightest sun to the break of the darkest day
And I'm sorry for all the hell that I gave
And all of the moments that I drank away
But I hope you have heard all that I said and my heart reaches you
On the day of the dead
The day of the dead
You always become what you never expect
From a child to a man I had so much to give but I threw it all away!
For the secrets of heaven were locked in the grave
And I had not the sight or the healing that saves
But I hope you have heard all that I said and my heart reaches you
On the day of the dead
The day of the dead
But I hope you have heard all that I said and my heart reaches you
On the day of the dead



Credits
Writer(s): Joel Robertson
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