Dear Hunter The Inheritance
Mouths to feed, wont sleep till he arrives, so he brings
his work home.
Late nights waste away plotting a plan, tracing the steps
he needs to take,
Till he says, "my job is done, your old enough it's time
to leave this home,
And go on your own, I know it's hard, but it's not my
problem anymore, not anymore."
Eyes closed children rest unaware, so he keeps their
lights dim.
And angels hold their tongues above, with the scowl
shaking their fist,
When he says, "my job is done, your old enough it's time
to leave this home,
And go on your own, I know it's hard, but it's not my
problem anymore, not any more."
My job is done, your old enough, it's time to leave this
home.
And go on your own, we had our run now you're old enough
to go down your track,
So don't look back, I know it's hard, but it's not my
problem anymore, not any more.
