Eyes glazed and scattered thoughts

Eyes unseeing, with no purpose to breathing

Plague like plaque in the slow beating heart, building up into a layer of impenetrable hate

I would pray, please let him put the bottle down

I would stop the blood flowing through my veins, for only the promise of seeing my daddy again

Two years now that he's been gone, not in body, but soul alone

I whisper to the wind in hopes that he'll hear; wherever you are on this globe, let hope grow

For the hope within myself has burrowed into my bones