Broken dreams

A lost childhood it seems

The bottle took my dreams

I must be a bad father

He said no it doesn't matter

I've got a disease dad

I've taken all the dreams you had

Beaten down

I felt drowned

Finally I asked the hardest word

But would it be heard?

Help! I cried

The blindfold fell from my eyes

I wasn't alone

I found my home

We share together

Never saying never

We aren't bad parents wanting to be good

Just sick people taking off our hoods

Sharing our stories

Hearing another tell our own

We realized we aren't alone