My Children are growing up and I stare so dreary at the wall.
Listening to my sad song
woe is me.
If I could only give up my life for a chance to spend with my wife the one I let get away
the one that I pushed away
the moments I lost. My descendants so small
do you hear my plea for love.
My love for love of family and friendly encounters.
my tear drops have tear drops so deep my sadden state.
I miss even the quite times when you were all asleep
and now its just me.
Wall are you listening
ignoring or echoing ?
I never moved my lips so I known it can not be
sounds never break free I just stare at you
eyes welled up with deep thought of joys from the past
leaving me lonely and sad
lip poked out dragging along
singing my sad song
Woe is me.
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