my jail shoes on  the well kept cemetary lawn  both of them weeping  their one good son now was gone  the irony to see my dad down on his knees  crying out to jesus  but lord i've always done what's right  and all the while  the good lord smiled  and looked the other way    when we were kids  i did my best to make them proud  it just wasn't in me  i could not fly straight to save my life    their big success is now their biggest failure  their golden child has been dethroned  their reputation is now in ruin  their tower to heaven has come tumbling down