To My Son

Zakarijah, Daddy's sorry he's gone. I know he promised that Saturday he'd be home. I meant to be honest but who would've known that Mommy would've gone as far as bringing home the unknown.

Now Daddy's all alone, sitting here writing this song. Wiping tears with his palms. Trying to decide when and why last year went wrong.

I'm Dying inside in a way I've never known. A pain so intense it's driving way into the bone. It's insane. It just doesn't make sense. This isn't a game like Mommy pretends.

What does she think? By the end we all win? That isn't the case, and just in case daddy don't wake in the am. I leave you this song to carry you on to the thrown when I'm gone. So baby boy stay strong.

The day you were born I had solemnly sworn that if I had my way, our family would never be torn and I meant it. But that wasn't the way of destiny especially since before I even finished the sentence the weight of fate had intended to end it.

And sometimes things happen away from our intentions with no one to blame, but the pain is still relentless. It's a shame but the simplest thing mistaken as senseless gain can leave you friendless but Independent all the same.

Is it win/win? It's hard to say. But then again on your hardest day when you're beyond escape if you stop right then and start to pray there's no way you'll be defenceless while full of grace.

And as I write these last sentences, despite my sadness and tenderness, son always remember this. I love you more than anything, and if it sends me to my grave to make sure you're safe, bring it then. On the day or night you lay me to rest, do it with a smile on your face and Pride in your chest.

Keep your head held high and your eyes dry. Your middle finger to law when they ride by. Always keep your word, don't ever lie. Unless 12 asks questions and you have an alibi. And if anybody ever ask, for you, I was proud to die.