My Fault
It's my fault but I’ll never
Get that chance to kneel
By your bedside and pray with you
Never to tuck you in and lay
With you till you run off to
Meet Mr. Sandman
You made me this
Poetic soul yet
You’ll never get to inherit
This daddy's poetic soul
It’s my fault but I’ll never
Be able to hold your hand
On the first day of preschool
And beg you not to cry
Cause daddy will be right back
Now mommy and I won’t ever
Lay on our backs
Under moonlight with you
And point out those twilights
Or two days later put that first
Dollar from the tooth fairy
It’s my fault that you’re
Not here right now
If only I found the
Courage to build a time
Machine will take us back
And I’ll get to hear that first cry
Skinned knees and all
All the “he’s getting tall”
It’s my fault that I won’t
Ever take your graduation
Pictures or that you won’t be
At mine cause you were supposed
To be written into my plans
But weren't I just stained
My hands and let you die ask
God to forgive your daddy
For you not being here
I know it’s my fault
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