who just passed him
holding the hand of her mother
He stares at the boy
who is enjoying his time
viewing the place from his dad's shoulder
The park is starting to be empty
all the parents came to pick up their kids
the sky is already red
but there's no worth waiting
none's gonna come
this thing's not gonna change
All he can do is dream of someone
saying him 'I love you my son'
He wonders how it feels to hug his mother
the blurred image of hers he can barely remember
He wants to hug his mom
He wants to kiss his dad
but even hoping is useless on the way he's being through
because its the wish that can never be true..
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