Legs dangling off the side of my bed,
hands crossed,head looking toward the sky,
trying so hard to hold the tears,
and force myself not to cry.
My body falls back,
trying to imagine your face,
you know its kinda hard to picture that,
seeing that not ever seeing you face-to-face is the case.
My mom told me a little about you,
but not alot,
She told me we kinda looked identical,
and you have a wife and kids,
but do you take the time to wonder about this child???
Guess Not!
Sometimes I wonder if I get famous or even die,
would you try to show up and get money,
or come to my funeral and cry.
I guess thats something I,Moriah,
would never have to worry about,
I mean because it has been thirteen years,
and I havent seen you yet,
but I just want to know how,
How did you just walk away,
did you loose a bet?
Well I always wanted my real dad,
to keep me from from danger,
but all you are,
is a complete stranger.
