He cried,
Through the looks in his eyes,
He always had long sleeves down,
And was in a constant frown,
The police he told,
And their eyes rolled,
Now his children are in black,
Scared dad is not coming back,
But the mother is behind bars,
But it’s too late by far,
Feb 21, 2020
Feb 21, 2020 at 6:14 AM UTC
He cried,
Through the looks in his eyes,
He always had long sleeves down,
And was in a constant frown,
The police he told,
And their eyes rolled,
Now his children are in black,
Scared dad is not coming back,
But the mother is behind bars,
But it’s too late by far,
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