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I wish you'd realize how much we needed you growing up.
How simple our lives could've been.
But I guess that doesn't matter, does it?
You're off with your new woman trying to have your kid.
While we wait here and hope to get better.
You've been the cause all along.
Yes that one small mistake changed our whole future.
And I see you don't even bother to ask.
See you had the chance
To do good.
And to be good.
To us and our mother.
But you chose them and now you're just gone.
Not that you were ever really there.
I gotta say that's a great choice you made there daddy.
To go out and get caught doing what you do.
When you should've been home!
You could've been good daddy.
But i guess it comes back to the same deal.
You made the wrong choice.
I hope I didn't forget to tell you, but
Hey dad I'm depressed.
Yea daddy they put me on meds and everything.
You wanna know why?
Well I guess you don't.
But I'll tell you anyway.
You remember those nights we spent with you?
Yea that first summer in Mexico.
Remember what you used to do late at night?
Well daddy it came back and hit me even harder.
You see my friends laughed and joked around.
About that one word.
And well dad that day I was hospitalized cuz I had a panic attack in the middle of class.
Oh another thing
My arms, they look great.
Yea you know with scars all over them cuz I'm oversensitive.
I wonder why that is daddy
Well my birthdays coming up
I hope you remember to call since its the only time I get to hear your voice.
what else but a poem
can take you from this place
to somewhere else in history
somewhere else in space
to a time of greater happiness
or the depths of deep despair
just think of an emotion
there's a poem to take you there
there are no oils and no canvas
yet a picture they do paint
battles of good and evil
portraits of sinners or of saints
they carry messages of wisdom
and hope to those in need
so next time you want to travel
then its poems you should read
If you knew that this ship,
was just about to sail,
would you be inclined, to climb aboard,
and lean over the rail?

And if you knew you had the time,
before you had to choose,
would it make deciding easier,
knowing that you could not lose?

But if you knew that time,
for us was running out,
would you at last commit,
and cast off any doubt?

If you knew that this was right,
just as you know that that is wrong,
would it make you more impatient,
to change the path you're on?

If you knew what I was thinking,
would you understand?
Would you give me signs of hope,
or let go of my hand?
Once, when I was young and true,
  Someone left me sad--
Broke my brittle heart in two;
  And that is very bad.

Love is for unlucky folk,
  Love is but a curse.
Once there was a heart I broke;
  And that, I think, is worse.

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