Nymphy

That what our baby girls name would have been But sadly her life will never begin She lives only in this song and in my heart deep within Now i look back and imagine her grin and wish things could have been, different now bring on the violin Our little girl would have been so innocent The most beautiful little infant But now she'll never see the light of day and we've become so distant We no longer share anything not even a commitment We like strangers in the street we stay at a distance Even though we both know that it was alway me B but i was too blind to see that After that week to my love you were resistant And i was too persistent I never thought that I was the ticket to your depression Now i look into the past and want to cause a spin and take everything back but what i would change is the topic of my thoughts yes the answer at last So What would i change in the past Id make our love last and bring nymphadora to this world so i can hear her laugh and id change myself For you and her thats just that Id do anything to give her the greatest life and be the best dad Unlike the biological one i never had Its odd that i don't find that sad and its never made me mad Because the father i have is great and i will be too thats not up for debate For now just sit back and relax as i explain my story of how i became what i am which is perfection It all started with my father to my recollection He set the example for what i would become, a locked up abusive alcoholic coke head who is now dead What you don't believe what i just said Well believe it i mean his name was Brody too, I've worked all my live to not be his replication We have alot in common except i care and i have endless toleration He didn't thats why when i was a child him and my mother had brutal altercations He was always in jail i only met him through visitations My family kept me away from him like segregation Now that i'm older i can't even remember his face or voice i still want to meet him so i wait everyday in anticipation I know hes no longer my father but i still dream of have him in my life even if it was just an association I wish i could get him on a track as a collaboration But between the dead and the living there is no communication All i have left is storys told to me by family im sure its all just a dramatization I met him in a hallucination Of a bright light call it a visualization Then he walked out of the shining light in the illumination But He didn't say a word he just looked into my eyes I didn't realize what he was telling me then i did an interpretation I knew he was proud of me his only creation And i could tell he was sorry because all my life he was gone in jail incarceration When i came back to reality i had a realization That i need to change my lifes direction thats right make a correction to perfection Then discover my true identification And yes thats B punctuation.