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Filling Holes That Are Whole (James Leland Ludeau-Lafayette, LA & Louis Toliver Jr-Swartz, LA)

I wish I could bury who my father was
Like every boy with daddy issues does
As a man I only remember the bad
Spent so much time in my room so sad
I felt like a boy trapped in a bubble
If only l could have shared my trouble

I wish I could dig up who my father was
like every little boy who loses his father does
at this point i remember no bad
because there was too little time had
we never grew to know one another
it was just me, my mom, and brother

Everyone around me looked so sad
but it was me who never had
a man to show me my manly role part
he was ripped away, leaving a hole in my heart

I must rip our the part that was my father
To be whole and not let the past bother

I'll leave the pain that you left dead
in the hole that took you away

There's a hole in my soul
My soul is whole


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