For all of the lonely children
Playing on their own...
Two years of crying
Each day filled with pain...
Who is the little girl
That absorbs all the lies...
This poem is for an angel
The cutest baby girl...
She lays there dying
At the age of twenty-two...
"If you can't find something to live for, then you better find something to die for." |
They say, "The apple never falls far from the tree." I'm proving them wrong |
Anyone can be a father. It takes a lot more to be a dad. |