if I could get a minute or two,
I know you don’t know me,
but I have some things to ask you,
How do you survive so heartless?
What’s your secret, and what’s your plan?
Is it walking away?
Because I heard that you ran,
How do you turn a blind eye,
and accept that your hollow?
You can bite the bullet,
but it’s harder to swallow,
Have you ever been regretful?
or even reflective?
because a father without a son,
sounds a bit defective.