Envision a prison of age   where the apparent disposition is out of apparent commision to live in a cage   To its a appearance where decisions are made   to not listen, and they got their fist in opposion to fair play   must be in your soliction of rage   you became a victim the same way   the system that gave way   inflictin the same pain   you convicted and cant blame   recondition your brain till you convince you cant change   understand and be wishin   family tradition wont end you in a position where you feel in the rein   lonely without a home, cause now your childs lone   wearin a milestone like its " ? "   cryin we all alone   hopin that god forgives you   wonderin if you get too   no one should have to live through   the violence that you been through   the fight thats still within you   its time to make things right and free the child that lives within you         *Chorus*   Hear me   See me   do you even know im still breathing?   I listen to the sounds of the tv   the only thing that really wants to reach me   Daddy listen   Mommy please   there must be a better way to raise me   i yell untill my ears cant heare me   into a silence that kills me         There billy stands at twenty below   grippin his coat that froze two hours ago   " ? "   7 year olds waitin   takes another look at a picture that lost time painted   put it away   i cant look at it   the truth stings a little when u look at it   we creatin a mold of bad habits   when the teacher got eleven year olds that blast at em   and the world tunes in just then   listenin to every word that he shoulda heard at age ten   that he wonders where it all began   he could call you a father   but couldnt really ever call you a friend   you work hard to provide a home for good livin   and you figured thats all you really had to give em now   if you dont know much know this   all work no play   "?" no miss      *Chorus*   Hear me   See me   do you even know im still breathing?   I listen to the sounds of the tv   the only thing that really wants to reach me   Daddy listen   Mommy please   there must be a better way to raise me   i yell untill my ears cant heare me   into a silence that kills          it was once said that the grass with wither and the flowers will fall down   and every man must pass when his number gets called   but when a child takes his life that type of logic dont work out   a flower never told to pluck its own petals out   and throughout all the tears   it gets so clear   that the son i held dear   i lost somewhere   between my work passion and a childs size casket   its hard to grasp when these dreams keep flashin   his cold foot hanging from a stainless steel table   and a white sheet stained with a mothers pain and grief   and every day i wipe the faces filling the pain   so another scape goat thats just filling the blame   what kind of man am i?   what kind of mother were you?   what kind of life did we subject a child too?   wishin i woulda listened    couldve probably seen whose prayin for salvation that a soul could sure use            *Chorus*   Hear me   See me   do you even know im still breathing?   I listen to the sounds of the tv   the only thing that really wants to reach me   Daddy listen   Mommy please   there must be a better way to raise me   i yell untill my ears cant heare me   into a silence that kills