I will be there on that rainy day

Like a marker without a lid, I was dried up and not working
no more colours or pretty things, just a black and white canvas I was walking in
I felt like a rose on a grave that's always given to someone way too late
I'd  have one too many drinks they say but my place always seemed so far away

And like a marker without a lead, there was only one destination I was heading
Dirty places and that candy dish I always seemed to find my hand in
Every s your friend when there's money in your hand
But when its all gone you've hit that dead end

Then I met her one rainy night and the colours came pouring in my life
We'd hide under the covers during rainy days as the wind sang and the drops played
We turned that old house into a home and the pitter patter could soon be heard
Like a marker without a lid I am nothing without my kids

They love their momma and their poppa writes too much we argue and work it out
When they put their tinny hands in mine I would do anything to keep them alive
I'm no longer scared of lions, tigers, and bears
But if you go near my kids I will make sure you meet your maker


If someday someone was to ever says the kind of man I am
I hope they say I was a father to my sons
The kind of man my old man was
And if they ever look astray
I will be there on that rainy day