Baker

Thousand Yard Stare

Glazed eyes.

Thousand yard stare.

Thought I had more time.

But I would never be prepared.

 

Time creeps up.

Like most things in life.

Caught off guard.

Lost my footing, lost my grip.

 

Didn\'t think It would be me.

I\'m sorry I don\'t love you.

But you deserve the care.

You were once Mom.

 

The one that tucked me in.

That cleans my cuts when I fall.

Saying prayers for sweet dreams.

Staying your angel for as long I can.

 

Your thousand yard stare.

It cuts me like a knife.

I\'m sorry you couldn\'t avoid it.

I\'m sorry it was your fate.