When We Meet


As I sit on my porch and watch the neighbor kids play,
I can't help but think, "why was it you they took away"?
Was it my karma that took you?
All the bad things I've done?
If that is the case then take me not my son!
My heart it just aches from the anger I feel
Why was it his life that you had to steal?
Whatever you are, or whoever you may be
You took my only son, but soon you'll face me.
Zaccary and I will be together again
We will face you together, what will you say then?
You better be prepared to look him straight in the eye,
And answer him truthfully when he asks you "why"?
So Mark my words I will face you one day
Along with my son who can no longer play.

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