Flowers in May;

Your lips turn cold as you walk away,
Through sadness and depression I feel your pain.

We both lost a love one; we are like the same,
And we both start to cry as we see the grave.

A father to me and a husband to you,
And now he is, all over the news.

I promised I would kill, the man who did this,
or atleast for the most, make him get stitches.

Dad said it would be okay, he didn't want to go,
but he did anything to let us know...

That he loved us so much, he didn't want us to get hurt,
So now he is in a casket, burried in the dirt.

He did this to protect us, he said to move far away,
But now we are all here, because of a tragic day.

My father would come home everynight and pray,
for mom and me to always be safe.

He's the man who gave me, everything I need,
from food and clothing, to flowers in the spring.

Without him I would be gone, have no where to stay;
He provided my shelter, every single day.

But now I wont get those goodnight kisses,
I won't get the love, that I'm sure missng;
I won't ever see his face when I come out of school;
Or in the summer when I'm at the pool;
I won't get his love on my birthday;
And I won't get the flowers.. that he gave in May...