Right and Wrong

The room is very quiet but my thoughts are very loud.

Memories of my father, they hang heavy like a cloud.

Outside the thunder crackles, I can hear the sound of rain.

And my father's eyes are piercing, I can't help but feel his
pain.

When I was young, he hugged me hard, he taught me how to fish.

He broke in my new baseball glove, he granted every wish.

He took me out for ice cream, just as long as I said please.

And on my sixteenth birthday, he handed me his keys.

A perfect father? Yes he was, in every single way.

And I will always love him, even on this day.

When it came to me I can truly say that dad was always right.

So I doubt the fact that he deserves what's on the way tonight.

The clock strikes twelve, I squeeze a tear, because that's dad sitting
there.

The lever drops, the lights go out, he convulses in the chair.

The world is down one criminal, and I'll be you're all too glad.

That they took their drastic measures-but they also took my dad.