Smile in anticipation because I've been good.
Why then is there no sign of my hero?
Thought he'd be here at five. Maybe I misunderstood.
I have everyone's sympathy; just a placebo.
Stand at the window robbed of joy,
watch the driveway overtaken by night.
How could you do this to your little boy?
I stifle cries with all my might.
Staring out into the dark,
I dream of having his approval.
Alas, a little fish in a world of sharks.
Infatuation without remedy or removal.
Later on there would be a call.
I was sure. He always would.
With every ring hopes did fall.
Excuses, like him, were just no good.
Why was I not enough?
The thought I would often ponder.
"World's not fair and life is tough."
Yeah, yeah- but a boy still has to wonder!
Years later; I hear from him often.
Role reversal of shark and fish.
A stone heart; impossible to soften.
Fulfilled is a childhood wish.
Supposed to see him this afternoon at four.
How long had he stared out that door?
I would call. I always did.
A cold bastard grew from that sweet kid.
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