You've found the words, but you've lost your voice. You've stayed awake for days but can't block out the noise Of the thoughts in your head; Could it happen again? This pressure has made, a hole in your brain. But you know: You're the blood in my veins, The relief to my pain And if I could, know I would share whole weight. You're the ink in my skin, You're my voice of reason And if I could, know I would share whole weight. Only time will tell If things will ever go back, to how they once were before. You're trapped in your head, stuck like a bird in a cage; No promise of freedom. White lies to protect me from grief And its hard to take comfort from a man who can't speak. I've learnt the worst wounds are the ones you can't see And the voices you hear when you can't fall asleep. My father, it's my turn to hold your hand through the dark My father, touched by the hand of death but you're fighting. You're the blood in my veins, The relief to my pain And if I could, know I would share whole weight. You're the ink in my skin, You're my voice of reason And if I could, know I would share whole weight. My father, it hurts to see you this way. My father, one foot in front of the other. I will follow you to the end of days, And pray that lightning won't strike in the same place twice.