To hold infinity in the palm of
your hand is shaking and trembling badly.
Looking death in the eyes and praying that
they won't take him away or hurt my dad.
I know he did bad but why is he gone?
I miss my dad now and wish he was here.
Dead is what my dad will be I hear so
I have lost hope in everything, the world
is cruel and unkind to me and my dad.
Come home dad, please, I really need my dad.