Why did you do it dad?
Were the things I did that bad?
I wanted to go on that trip dad.
And because I can’t makes me sad.
I don’t blame you dad, for what went on in your head.
I gave you a drink and told you to lie down instead.
Your face is now in front of me, so shocked and white
The sweats collecting on your forehead, it’s so full of fright.
Are the lights being put out dad?
I don’t yet want to say goodnight.
Ill ask god to forgive you dad,
Once I’ve walked through that bright light.
Don’t cry or worry, I forgive you dad,
That special place I’m going to wont be so bad.
I remember when I was 3 and you built me that swing
And the little blue bird and how it used to sing.
The cold is taking over me, creeping from the wound,
That wound you delivered dad, your temper so highly tuned.
I understand what caused it dad, your work stress and strife
But I wanted to go on that trip dad, that amazing trip called life.
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