The Son sat waiting in the window cill.
The Man sat in a basement, needles and a pill.
Skip to the age of eight
The Son and Daughter sat on the porch for an hour in wait
The Man drove up high and 3 hours late.
Skip to the age of ten.
The Children waited for Him to show
They stood in the freezing snow
He said traffic, but the Children know
His eyes bloodshot
Their love He sought
Their forgiveness He bought
Skip to the age of twelve
They stopped waiting
They put Him on the shelf
The Son grew bitter, mad
His lies made Sister sad
Bitter turned to hate
The Son knew His lies
Shaking, slurred words, always late
He had a crazy look in His red, pain filled eyes.
Skip to the age of thirteen
The Father had been hit by a truck
Then by a motorcycle, He was struck
The Son was torn between
His hate for Father and His lies
And what would he think if He dies
The Daughter with her big heart
Let Him have a new start
The Son however
Could never forgive Him. Never.
He visited out of pity
Skip to age fifteen.
Father called everyday for over a year
The Child's love, He wanted to hear
Each day He would wait
Father apologized for lying and being late
The Children grew tired of Him
So they made up their own lies
They had their own pain filled eyes
Their eyes were bloodshot from crying
They were shaking because inside they were dying
They were shaking because they kept lying
The Father now knows their pain
He lives each day alone
Hoping the Children answer the phone
He has been shown
How it feels to be lied to
How it feels to be alone
How it feels to be betrayed too.
Skip to the present
The Son has found his soulmate
The Son would never be late
The Father will never know he will have a grandchild
The Father has taught the Son something in the end
The Son knew how to be a great Father
He would always be there
He would never lie
He would never buy love
But instead,
Give all the love he has
Mean everything he has said
And with no love
You might as well be
Dead.
