| March. 1945 unwanted from his first breath. | |
| A mother's blessing born, a father's burden worn. | |
| The bright shine of the sunrise along the tile floor to the open door. | |
| With blood on the streets she lay on the mattress. | |
| Staring aimlessly. | |
| Numb, dark and decayed | |
| On the bathroom floor of their rundown apartment. | |
| Scraping fingers on tile just to feel something. | |
| Unwanted by a bastard father. | |
| Unwanted, but through the hazel eyes of his mother. | |
| She's praying for god to save her. | |
| "Please save me." but when she needs him most, he doesn't answer. | |
| Another rosary, another unanswered plea. | |
| "Please take us away, please let us be safe. | |
| Let everyone that sees me forget my face." | |
| But all she gets is the drunk with his fists and that old devil look in his eye. | |
| Him and Jack, that gambling debt, that old devil look in his eye. | |
| And without warning he raises his hand to her and says, | |
| "Your god can't hear you, not down here. | |
| No one will save you because no one cares." | |
| And with her newborn boy, they would cry until the early morning light. | |
| It was the first of many, many sleepless nights. |
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