What your father would say.

I met two kids who lived with a hole inside. Part of their heart had been left aside. They abide by the rules of school, so they no fools. They try to be smooth even though their hearts not cool. Their faces were heated when they learned death just cheated. History repeated in their books, pages where rages greeted. Needed a home to come to when they didn't want to eat. It was all defeat even though mom tried to be the spoon to their meal. Feeding words that cut like swords, it was so absurd. The news that left clues lost in blues because it was the truth. They were stuck in a booth, a box to hit the Snooze. They didn't want to wake up to the news that was the truth. So they cried as reality tried to keep them dreaming. Thinking that every night they would be on their knees praying. Saying things like thanks dad for being around. But now he was nowhere to be found.

Your father would be proud...as so am I.

JDR