Soul of Regret
I saw the picture of you
With Mom and dad
And you were smiling
And bells were ringing
And dad was holding you
He called your name
The night he died
And was scared
He would never
See you again.
And now he comes
In your dreams
When your soul
Needs you the most
And you wonder if the dead can talk
And if souls get lonely
And believe they are okay
And love other souls
Like they want to be loved
Even when they can’t love back
Can you blame him
For wanting to give comfort
When your soul is not free
And your own death
Means nothing to you.
And now he sits by the door
And waits for you to cry in your sleep
And tries to understand why
He didn’t hold you
When he could.
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