I pursed for a while to reflect
As this has become as reoccurring decimal
How long would i continue to play this game
I usually would answer yes to his name as her feelings i do not want to hurt.
He is gone and probably would not return.
But she finds it uneasy to live with
As so she refers to me as him
To give herself hope and this feeling that her lover is still around.
Now i have to man up and face the music
But i seem not to understand the beats
This man she loved is the man that fathered me.
Am trying so hard to wear his shoes but it seems too big for me.
Everyday i try so hard to fight the urge
To tell her "am still your son"
And that " i miss him so much as you do"
Why would death snatch him away so soon
And now she want me to feel the gap.
