Song Description

a retrospective look at a dead father who held his family down with his depression and anger of himself but he himself refused to see it.

Lyrics

Red and blue, black and white
will you be, crying tonite?
a tourted soul, finally at rest
he always thought he was better than the rest.
which wasn't true, black and blue
he hurt me and he hurt you.
His depression, was of the bad kind
his depression, made him blind
to the pain, to the rain
to all of us, he cast blame.
we're free now, of his pain
worry free of ridicule, and his blame
the guilt is gone now, the light is off
do what you like and, blast off.
His depression, was of the bad kind
his depression, made him blind
to the pain, to the rain
to all of us, he cast blame.
clear skyes, cold drizzle rain
i'll clear the world of our pain.