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Being As An Ocean

Sins Of The Father

"You don't want to go in there," is all the officer said

His face pale as the dead

The ride-along saw white grow on his head

Hand on his clip, cold metal on his hip

Thinking of wasting that monster

Sat so close you could spit

This is no man

No man could do this

Heartless

This is no man

Gentle grace, met with violence (met with violence)

In this dark place, I feel Your silence

Stared at the window on the right

Winter air and the fear of what was inside

Sent shivers down his spine

That flashing red light

The young man found comfort in the stars

Taking his mind off homicide

Walked up the path through the yard

The door stood ajar

He stepped hesitantly into the dark

Just then another ran past him

Eyes wide, hands clasped to his face

Shoved him into the wall as the first spray escaped

The remainder of the vomit planted in the garden

Pointed to the, "First door on the right"

That same flashing red light

No man could do this

No man could do this

Gentle grace, met with violence (met with violence)

In this dark place, I feel Your silence

He gathered his courage and tried not to think of what he was about to see

Tried to not visualize a child of three

Running into the first door on the right

Hoping to stop the fight

Red on the walls

Red on the presents

Her angelic head, left blood and fragments

Red on the tree

Red on her fleece

He put her down as she tried to flee

We are all given a chance to be free

"I will be better than my father before me!"

Gentle grace, met with violence (met with violence)

In this dark place, I feel Your silence

That little girl was his redeeming grace

The thing to help him forget the misery

Cause he was never shown it

He spat in its face

Now this brave young one lays cold

Planted under a tree

Given no chance to grow old

(I feel it haunting me)