You’re that child without a father,
though you never gave the thought
Until you got a bit older, now you walk
around with a big chip on your shoulder.
Why was he never around? Did he not want me?
I see children with their father’s and it
gets to me, sometimes all I can do is
And beat the ground until my knuckles
are bloodied and bruised, at this point
I’m feeling used, there isn’t even enough
of me to wring out.
Can you really say you know who you are
when there is half of you missing?
When given a moment to think,
being fatherless doesn’t mean you’re less
Less is only less until you add more.
More time to find out who you are
All the things you like, and what makes