by Alex Gwerder


Fathers tell their sons beware
lot of things go wrong out there,
what fathers tell their sons
they don't want to hear,
they're young and strong they know it all
don't think they could ever fall,
sometimes reach towards the sky
even tell a little lie

Time goes by the sons grow older
every night and every day,
would like to listen to the words
that their fathers say,
I'm standing now and always by his grave,
it's now to late, its to late, he has gone

Looking back my conscience says
learn from what you feel,
understand people we love a little more
and not conceal,
so I will start from the bottom of my heart
that's why I try, why I try, try again