You were every child’s dream
Mine as well
Your golden mane and hazel eyes
Still feature in my perfect dreams
Yet in a moment as cursed as it could be
I traded you in for an extra hour of sleep.
I know the hands that hold you are true
And you’ll know all worldly comforts and pleasures
You got a house twice as big as ours
And people whose affections are but four times mine
Yet, I know you ached when I left you there
Your broken heart took the longest to mend
I know you whined, weeped and starved
Yet, I didn’t check in nor was a visit paid
I know it’s too late to beg forgiveness
But, Jack, I ain’t asking for it.