|2 am and still not a word...
this child of mine who has grown
...who thinks he's two old
not needing advice from his mother, you see
In his eyes "the world belongs to me"
doesnt mention...past remarks
how i told him so...and he just laughed
seems it slips his "ever going mind"
the nessesaties of life, he says:
surely I'll get by...
often i wonder will he ever really see?
doesnt he realize what he is doing to me?
Worry worry...is a mothers way to go...
knowing her child is in this world so cold...
One day she wakes up and still he's not home
police are knocking on the front door
one last time he has laid down his head...
on a concrete wall...
his covers, a blood red