You don’t know real loss,
Until your father goes to war,
Until the man who once cradled you,
Won’t be there anymore.
Until you’re empty inside,
Broken into shards,
No feeling, no emotion,
Just a fragile house of cards.
With one gust of wind,
Down falls your hope,
And all that’s left is fear,
An endless game of jump rope.
Each time you lift your feet,
You miss that rope by just a hair,
But then you hear the news,
They can’t find him anywhere…