DFD

From the war overseas or whatever that was

Or the war at home and how we all can fuss

But you left there and remembered something old

Something cold, you never told

Silence took the place of the man you used to hold

You fought fires and curfews

A father for the boys refused, who weren't yours

Until they were, until we knew

Holdin' tight to some kind of virtue

Nobody knew but you

The residue left of love