I know your gone.

somtimes i hear your voice, calling through the pain. So many nights ive dreamt, that you would live again. To hold me in your arms like a father should. to wipe away the tears i know you wish you could. The darkness comes at night, and scares me everytime i wish you could lay me down and sing that nusery rhym. The one you used to sing when i felt alone, when you and mum were gone and left me there at home. i dont understand it, my sisters never cried. i broke down so young when they said you died. Dont they care at all? for the man you used to be? i see so much of you living inside of me.