I Put the Blame on You

Sorry I can't say sorry for the things I have done,

You're always up and about on the run;

Working the whole night like every day,

Duty and service took you away;

So many nights I knelt to pray,

Hoping you'd come home and stay.

I put the blame on you for the neglect,

I couldn't help the disrespect;

Sorry I can't say I love it away,

You should've been home to show me the way;

The empty home and the cold bed every day,

You're on the streets to the break of the day,

Until you caught us on our bed today;

I put the blame on you for getting shot,

You can't hear me even when I shout;

I can understand the pain,

It batters the heart to maim;

Go ahead and loath me in plain,

There's nothing left to gain,

I put the blame on you for the strain.