How does It feel,
To be there and not found?
To find me,
and never find out?
You Bring me in
and Brought me out.
To not see and hear your little one shout?
To fly and to stay,
To the dessert, and live there to decay?
will you be a man of your words?
Will you mean what you meant?
Hear me father for I can now speak...
With this small voice,
let your stone cold heart hear me weep. . .
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