Will it be a day like today?
blue skies, crisp, cool-breeze,
as I start that day too,
bent on my knees,
Or, maybe the GODS will cast
out a shadow,
gloom and rain
tho, it realy won't matter,
will the pain I feel each day be gone?
knees aching, neck cracking,
back stiff and sore,
How will I hear the good news?
phone call, knock on the door,
when I'm whole again,
once more,
Will she despise her actions or
have any regrets?
looking back at her life and mine,
anc how she has acted,
The BOOK says a child must not
be torn in half,
he must be reared up
by one or the other,
Will people who don't know
still look at me with shame?
for not knowing the truth
has ruined my name,
So, as I promised my son,
I will carry on,
continue on this path of strife,
stress and beautiful doom,
Many before me have fought thru
their wars,
pity themselves not,
as their minds heal the scars,
One day, will happiness be cast down upon,
a father who loves, who has fought,
and won't stop
till he has won.
