i dropped my soul on the way out and i want it back

The tears hit of my son hit the floor

I can hear his weeping as I tore off his last limb

I can hear the fear in his voice.

Suddenly-

I felt the wet raindrop drag down my face

I wipe off the tear off my face with praise

NO, he will take my throne

Dad! Come on bring the ball back

Dad! Come Back Come Back

What is this. Its pouring, the ocean waves rush against my brothers and sisters

The taste of my newborn son, I can taste what I could’ve had

i want it back.