You lift your skinny fists up in the skynPacked a change of clothes and leftnIn the middle of July 2005nBut when the glass, it hit the wallnMother cried and the cops were callednThe day you said goodbyennYour father left his work by one or twonTo a crying telephonenHis wife was on the other side of younReally did it this timenThe boy looks down and begins to crynThe day you said goodbyennAnd I know you’ve been abandonednBut don’t abandon ship on menJust know like a winter white snownYou’ve been forgiven, come back to menI know right now that don’t mean anythingnnYour skinny legs bounced up into the skynI tried to tell you to be careful not to jump that highnWith your fingers crossed, you fall against the groundnI saw it all, the day you tried to flynnWhen the red and blue lights made the scenenYour eyes were glazed, and honestlynCan you remember anything?nBut when the others ran awaynI prayed to God they wouldn’t staynBut sometimes He doesn’t listennnFrom a father to his daughternMy prodigal child, come back to menFrom a sinner to his MakernYour prodigal son is on his kneesnnSweet God, please hold on to menSweet God, hold her please, oh pleasenThe day she tries to flynHold me, the day I try to fly