Where do I begin?
This is for the would be dads:
I know your hurt. I know your sad.
A child in the sky with your mom and dad.
The cost is too high to get in.
The most noble brotherhood of men.
Tears shed every time.
Even when its not yours or mine.
Some let the doctors take them away.
Some dug our own child’s grave.
The worst thing to create new friends.
The most noble brotherhood of men.
We’re all looking to that day.
When Jesus wipes our tears away.
We’ll take our kids by their hands
And walk together in the Promised Land.
But until then,
Thank you,
Most noble brotherhood of men.