ONE LAST DANCE....
Out on a dance I ask of you,So my son can see what you both can do.
So I can have one more dance with dad,
Why, tell me would this be so bad?
Over and over, an excuse you make,
Your scared? or lazy? or have an earache!
Chances to dance are numbered with him,
Any chance for a cure is surely slim.
I am so angry at you,
at times I just don't know what to do!
I feel like you think of no one but yourself.
How dare you put him up on a shelf!
He is my father, warm, and loving and true,
and has been good to us and to you too.
He needs to have fun with what's left of his life
enough of the stress, pain and strife!
I want good memories to make,
but your fear you cannot shake.
It tears at me, my feelings for you
and the hate makes me feel blue.
I want to fight, and scream and yell!
Sometimes I want you to go to hell.
What kind of mother can't give anything?
Your heart is broken, no music or string.
He loves you I know this
but you; I won't miss
or the conflict and pain of all the years
or all of the slapping or the river of tears.
You are a conundrum for me,
I want so bad to make you see!
I want to explain it honest and true.
But I know no matter what I do
you'll get your way
what can I say?
It's the way you are!
There's just a big old scar
that's ruined your heart
so there's nowhere to start.
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