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Fatherhood

 

What will I do if you come uninvited?

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The stars won't align prior,

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And the sun won't be bright.

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No one is expecting you here, child.

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Will I build a dam to keep you at bay?

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Or will I erect walls to distance us from you?

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Whatever it may be,

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Always be sure,

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That I'll do all in my power to stop you where you stand,

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And send you back.

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Because son, it's not your time,

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And though I desperately long to see you again,

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There are people that need you more,

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And more importantly, you need them.

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So don’t bother coming,

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And don’t bother knocking,

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We will meet when it's due time.

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And if in the end,

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You'll burst through the dam,

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And tear down the walls,

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And find yourself here with me,

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Oh sweet boy,

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Birds will no longer chirp,

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Trees will no longer sing,

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The moon will lose its haunting glow,

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Wolves at mountain peaks will howl a mournful cry,

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 And I'll be there too,

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Broken hearted and shattered,

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 To welcome you and hold your hand,

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Forever,

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My child.

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