Michael

Tayama

He sat in the car a long time, wondering, is it even worth it?

 

He hears that voice, over and over, not even a little bit,

 

It has to, it cant end like this,

 

He sees the burns on his arm, sees her drive away, the scars on hers,

 

Another blue bird in the windshield , that she always said, flew by for me,

 

If only she didn't flee?

 

Both long gone, she never came home, Him? Plot of dirt that I know where,

 

Why? I buried him there,

 

Haunts me still, yet today i will,

 

Opens the car door, time to get my boy,

 

He will not know the hurt, turns back to get his bluebird toy...

 

 

Michael, this time you are seen, 

 

By your dad, who will love you like you've never been,

 

Time to fly son, they'll never find us, where we will be one,

 

He forgot the car seat, Daddy I'm big now, can we stop for a treat?

 

Worth it? He sees me crying? Treat son? Im buying...

 

Today I'm not dying, redemption for Michael and I,

 

For whatever time there might be, for him, for me,

 

He will see in me, the certainty, that when we fight for love,

 

We have that chance, from Him, from above,

 

He's singing now, let him be happy, we did it Michael, lets take a bow...

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

  • Author: Tayama (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 18th, 2019 16:31
  • Category: Unclassified
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