I was the boy with a basketball waiting for you to teach me how, you were the same dissapointment you were then the same as you are now-
I was looking for your car, whenever i heard any vehicle sound, always counting on Dad showing up, but you never came around-
I was the innocent child misssing his Dad, mourning for something he never truly had-
I was hurt, i had pain, feeling my world caveing in i felt showered with all the rain-
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I was the innocent child misssing his Dad, mourning for something he never truly had- Very sensitive piece.....David....somehow i feel the wait never ends....one hopes against hope..... you will be complete only when he turns up......but wish you all the happiness ahead irrespective of him. do read IF by Rudyard Kipling right now....please Chhavi