[Verse 1: Whispered vocals over ambient drones] “It has not been too long, since I lost my father, but, in many ways, I had lost him years before.” [Verse 2: Ethereal strings enter, reverb-heavy] “Before me, he was, you see, a World War II vet, experiencing horrors, no man should have to see, leaving behind a deep indelible mark.” [Verse 3: Minimal percussion, field recording heartbeat] “Mark my words, he was a hero, unsung by others and himself, Humble, brilliant, loving, But ultimately bereft of showing emotion.” [Verse 4: Everything drops to piano and voice] Emotion, with-held, but not by design, causes a deep hole in young children, growing up under a father, who, seeking for utopia, finds community. [Verse 5: Explosive crescendo - full band, walls of sound] “Community, seemingly of equals, seeking to love, to live as pacifists, to live out an ideal, beautiful in depiction, fails miserably in execution, due to power-hungry man.” [Verse 6: Sudden silence, raw vocal delivery] “Man, I miss him, you know, This broken man, wanting to live loving, Lost in a hell of his own making, forsaking his young ones.” [Final Verse: Layered vocals, orchestral swell] “Young ones, now grown, breaking the cycle, hugging like crazy, sharing their heart, sharing their minds, A legacy for our father, on this Father's day.”
