I sit here waiting till my dad comes back.
Sometimes i loose track of were the time goes.
I just know he will come running home.
My mom says hes in a better place.
But i still think hes going to come back.
She says he cant that theres no way but says hes in a happier place were the
sun always shines and the grass always grows.
Were the people r free and have homes.
But i still wait on the door step waiting till he comes home.
 
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