Being alone in your mind,
Praying fear will stay behind,
The gut churning pain,
The heart aching came..
You’re alone.
Alone with yourself,
Alone with your son,
Alone far from you,
No where to run..
With eyes wide shut
And mouth closed open,
It’s a wreck of a week,
So let’s not be meek,
There’s no time for moping.
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