Somehow i have lost power to my words.
It may be a result of the pain that feels like swords.
I can ask for a book, I read them.
She asks for clothes,
Doesn't wears most of them.
Others might feel condemned.
I ask to take care of my Lil girl,
She gets to keep the whole world.
I can ask for soccer shoes.
May be part of my passion.
She gets high heels for fashion.
I ask to be with a friend.
Say they're not good enough; bad influence.
She has friends that might get high.
On who can I depend,
Now that I feel dead.
