Deteriorating colors of unwanted faces,
They call outward into the damp and dark,
Father’s love is none to lonely,
And throw them outward to thirsty sharks,

Longated faces of lost youth,
Worn skin with less worn clothes,
Father’s love is none to lonely,
Innocence left as survival rose,

White isn’t the color of safety,
But truth becomes mixed in lost words,
Father’s love is none to lonely,
Vision begins to fade sleep disturbs,


Bruises internally bleed sorrow,
Calling outward from closed lips,
Father’s love is none to lonely,
Learn to close your mouth and open your hips,

Unwanted and unloved the gone innocence is,
As she stands on clouds high,
Father’s love is none to lonely,
So she jumps to see if she can fly.