At the Pawnshop

I walk in, It almost feels cold Letting go to all the unknown That ring you got me a promise we didn’t keep a frame of a picture of us You didn’t stay out long enough for me to need The key to the house That we couldn’t afford to love And here are my mom tears that I couldn’t afford to give up Then last are the broken promise that were made to keep I lost a friend, a dad, a house, and maybe me But you can have it all whatever you need I’m looking for something that was taken from us Please pawnshop I’m begging it’s a must He is ours for us to keep…tell God he belongs to me He’s too young to be up there Please …just tell me if you find him anywhere In dedication of ended relationship, a father who is always in jail, a family home we lost and lastly my 17-year cousin who was take from us to soon Rip Bebo