“The death of family,

The world’s greatest loss.

For me was never hard,

For paths we’re never crossed.

I’m still standing,

Here over a father.

One that was loved,

But love he couldn’t bother.

I was left alone,

To be raised by a whore,

One that didn’t love,

Or do anything more.

Yet a father was out there,

One that had things for me.

But he kept far away,

Until he was set free.

You lucky bastard!

You just got to go!

No more responsibility,

No family to grow.

But I was that family.

The kid dreaming of a day,

Where you would come back,

And be there to stay.

I’ve accepted this loss,

And I’m ready to move on,

Never thinking of you,

Or how things could have gone.

I’m me from experience,

Though the past is painful,

I’ve grown from that pain,

And for that I’ll be grateful.”