Down to my last bit of strength
Walk out of work in sobbing tears...
The Hawk,
Closed off...
Magnum honey
put down the gun...
I can hear you when you wake up in the morning...
I can hear you call my name...
You are only a month old
so you wont understand right now...
Dad's heavy arm around
My neck, lovingly...
A father of three
I shoulder responsibilities...
When death has stricken all the joy of day
And bled it out in red and golden hue...
Everyone will tell you,
It was not a mistake...
Waking up to the sweet sensations
of buttered Belgian waffles...
Don't engage
Walk away...
This rainbow of Hope that is blooming inside me
I cling to you...