Thursday, June 7, 2007

Dad.

A promise or a dare
I would jump if I knew you'd catch me
Staring over the edge
I can't tell if you'll be here for me

I close my eyes and make a wish
Turn out the lights and take a breath
Pray that when the wick is burned
You would say that it's all about love

You weren't there when I needed you
You weren't there when the skies broke wide, wide open
You weren't there when I needed you
You weren't there when the skies broke wide, wide open

You were never here

I remember you said
Love was more than your good intentions
Empty boxes on the floor
Things I never asked you for
I pray that when the wick is burned
You would say that it's all about love

I can't see the promise of
Excuses you fall upon
I pray to God not holding on
To things you've left undone

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