LYRIC FOR SALE

By SteveY

My Dad said many things,
But usually,
I struggled to agree!
I didn’t know,
He already had wings;
Soon to go!
Taken from me!

You and I,
Argued Black-is-Blue!
Now I ask “Why?”,
I couldn’t talk with you!

[Chorus]
Because, now,
We’ll never talk,
Or take a walk!
You’ll never know,
What I have to show!
I can’t even thank you,
For helping me grow!

I remember, you’d say,
“Son, change your way”!
But, you couldn’t see,
The good in(side) me;
Now, the pain’s here to stay!

I crave the chance,
To take your hand,
(And) make feelings known!
But, I know,
Even with you here,
Somehow, that chance,
Would (Still) disappear;
Just, slip past!

[Repeat Chorus]