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NOW HE IS GONE
His father did not care,
His mother was never there,
He tried to make something of himself,
But that was not enough,
He turned to drugs and alcohol,
To try and clean his broken soul,
All you did was break him down,
Now he is like a king without his crown,
He feels like no one cares,
But he is so unaware,
That I am still here,
I hope where ever he is that he has no fear,
He cried all these years but you ignored it,
sit,
And face what you have done,
He is no longer your son,
What you thought was right,
was wrong,
Now he is gone.
His mother was never there,
He tried to make something of himself,
But that was not enough,
He turned to drugs and alcohol,
To try and clean his broken soul,
All you did was break him down,
Now he is like a king without his crown,
He feels like no one cares,
But he is so unaware,
That I am still here,
I hope where ever he is that he has no fear,
He cried all these years but you ignored it,
sit,
And face what you have done,
He is no longer your son,
What you thought was right,
was wrong,
Now he is gone.
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