Black Bear & Night Falls - The Maker

You couldn't make your mother not leave
But you made the football team
Couldn't make your father not drink
But you were good with pencil and ink
There goes the maker
They'd say you were popular
A heartbreaker, a letterman, a journalist
And sad
You had awfully good reasons for that
Your mother
She never came back
Couldn't shake that feeling alone
But you could build a home
You couldn't help feeling forsook
But you could write a book
On lives the maker in me
You were a humorist
An architect, a novelist, a dilettante
A carpenter, a dreamer
And a dad
And you were a pretty great dad
The only one we ever had
Didn't make all your dreams come true
But the dreaming's what carried you through
You didn't make it out alive
But I hope you made peace when you died
Here lie the maker's remains
You were a husband, a teacher
A mason, a birder
A carpenter, a dreamer
And my dad
And you were a pretty great dad
The only one we ever had

Written by:
Sam Beebe

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