Door locked open door locked shut
See you soon hopefully not
I’ve been and gone so many times
Without a word I’ve dropped no line
Just look forward never back
Selfish [bad word] teeter brat

Please forgive me
For the things that I’ve done
Don’t feel ashamed
If you’re asked “how’s your son?”

Living here and living there
Lived at home but very rare
To see your faces it would be a treasure
Locked in memory
To drop a line say hello dad
Await your answer I also beg

Please accept me
From a baby I have done
Pain stress and heartache
I’ve now [bad word] 
 [bad word] here [bad word] there
Often caught but never cared
Been courting every year
Should have been a courtier
I’ll understand if it’ll matter
If you don’t write I’ll still beg
I’ll understand I will mum
If you can’t write I’ll still beg

Dealing low and dealing high
Money your way just walked by
Visible lines now I can see
Was all this the cause of me
[bad word] she has replied
Read two years ago your mother died

Please forgive me
For the things that I’ve done
Don’t be ashamed
If you’re asked “how’s your son”?