Look at me just seventeen everybody respects me So much more than my father ever had Poor man Death came so soon He couldn't handle so much pressure He chose to trade his life for a bottle of drink "Stop drinking while you can" My mom used to say "You and that doctor know nothing about me" my father would never listen (part two) He should have listened Mother Mary always knew about things onde day my father didn't wake up and with red eyes she said to me Life must go on We cannot give up We have each other the Lord will make us strong but time went by my ears have closed to everything which was true my mother would fight day after day for me to have the best but I wanted more higher flights so I went away and a woman was left behind crying at the gates her last words "I'll be praying for you..."