HAUNTED
The silence of this house is deafening
And their absence from here is haunting
The shades of the first and second linger
among the darkened corners and they hover
over me at night while I lay sobbing
my head and heart in pain, and throbbing
my eyes bulge and pour with streams of tears
their youth still upon them, ahead of them many years
to worry about that happened with mom and dad
the thoughts of what “could have been” make me sad
I can't go back in time and change the past
but from this point forward I can make loving memories last
into eternity and let them know how much I love
them both as my sons, and how hard I strove
to make a better life for the three of us
One day it will be just the three of us
United again under the banner of the Wheeler name
never again to bare the brunt of their wayward parent's shame
She put us through by going another path
All I can do is make memories that last
a life time, and this time never to be forgotten
Never to remember the confusing times and the rotten
choices that both mom and dad made by being selfish
These little boys just want to live happily ever after, they wish
that things were back to the way things used to be
Love, security, trust, respect, and loyalty
But that's not the way things are any more
Things are different now, and I've walked through a totally different door
of opportunity and trying to make a whole new dream
It's rough starting life all over, but some people don't seem
to see how hard it is for a guy to lose everything he's got
over a bad decision that's left him in a personal hell and lot
that he took upon himself, and now I'm paying the piper
I get so frustrated thinking about all my mistakes it makes me hyper
just thinking about what I could have done differently
But hind sight is twenty-twenty, looking back is hard to see
Now I'm here alone, and the two who could make this all better
are venturing in to a whole new life without ol' dad, and I'm left to wonder
how I'm going to survive without the two who bring me the most joy
I guess some day, I hope and pray, that every day will be with my two boys.
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