Her tears were precious indeed. They almost cost me my life when she cried Telling me why she can never be mine.
He walked barefoot and seemed exhausted. Apparently lost. And lost He was. In his thoughts. He tried to remember something. Tried so hard it hurt. Visibly so as his eyes showed.
I lay awake in dream As this little baby girl waves at me. I smile back in reply. A strange feeling. I feel a connection. Like I am related to her. But I ain’t no father figure. I am not even married yet.