Our Social Situation between Parents and Children in a Family

Don’t you have time for some,
Why don’t you come?
And sit under the conversations of the past,
Do you remember when we communicated last?

Where is our happiness?
Why don’t you come around and mess?
I know, I know now it seems senseless.
I want you and you want me to confess.

I will grow and turn old.
But, still you will be my gold.
I walk near the shores,
Remembering the time when we listened to lores.

I hope, I hope that you come around.
But, you were no where to be found.
How long will this locus of control last,
Why don’t we forget the sorrows of the past.

When the situation shook.
Why didn’t you keep the hook.
I didn’t help us out.
That’s what I am cryin’ ‘bout.

Why don’t we gather together?
We are your Father and Mother so, what’s the matter,
I can’t try to live without you.
We can apologise for you.

Come son, come to us,
Ride on this bus.
We are always there for you.
Why can’t you think to do?

We will meet in heaven for sure,
But, this time, why can’t I find the cure?
We remember you son, come to dad.
Why are we growing sad?

As hard as it seems,
I had several dreams.
Why can’t we look behind,
To see, what we can find?

At first I didn’t care ‘bout it much,
Why did I adjudge?
I want you back,
I think of you and you are the only thing that seems to lack.