The lesson.

It's been a while now.
You've been two years gone.
How much longer,
until it stops feeling wrong?

I feel like its my fault.
You were the angel I was supposed to catch.
I watched you as you fell.
But now all I feel is regret.

You were dying inside.
But I couldn't even see.
After all I was young.
The only person I was focused on,
was me.

Your alcoholic rages,
Your breaking night sweats.
I guess I never knew,
That fate would soon be what you met.

I knew I should have stopped you,
before you got into that car.
To drink the last of what you would.
To walk to the last place you could, a bar.

You've driven drunk many times,
So I figured it'd be okay.
But it wasn't until you came up missing.
That I learned to my dismay.

It really wasn't like the other times,
you were found on mother earth's floor.
The car was totaled.
You were gone.
And they could do no more.

I find myself asking,
why did you have to go?
But I guess that's one thing,
I doubt I'll ever know.

Your much more than a dad to me.
Your my angel up above.
How far away is your heaven father?
How strong is God's love?

Did he have a plan for you?
To show me the way,
of how not to live my life?
To live the fullest each day.

I live the life you couldn't.
I breathe the breath you cannot.
I love the love you haven't.
And I laugh as hard as you've fought.

I guess life's a battle.
A fight were sure to lose.
I hope to see you someday.
And walk to the light to see you.

Wait for me daddy.
My heart misses you so.
But until I'll see you, I'll be asking,
why did you have to go?

Dedicated to my dad: Brian P. Willer.
6/7/75-4/17/06
I still miss you.
And I'll love you always.