In and out like a crave or a crack in a sidewalk
A city street dirty with dreams that never came true.
Sounds that won't be heard again.
A laugh a moan a note a prayer after a bitter fight. And someone expired too early.
A mother loses her heart and she will never find it. A father let's go of his will and oh he never had it. Go on and say this is just another day to sob on broken knees.
But it is their day.
Nothing is turning back the clock.
He's not coming back.
Won't you stay just one more minute.
Can't you just be with me in it.
One more minute.
In this thing.
Sit with me and hold my hand.
Say that you'll be here.
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