Knows whats it is like for five minutes to be a father,

Knows whats it is like to have child torn away,

Knows whats it is like to live ten minutes away,

Knows whats it is like not having visiting rights,

Knows whats it is like watching offspring grow up far away,

Knows whats it is like to rather die than be awake,

Knows whats it is like to twist self in mental pain,

Knows whats it is like to watch self fade away,

Into the alcohol, all the mixers that come with it,

Mixing with wrong crowds, talking a lot of jinxes,

Twisting through the lines,

Standing toe by toe to earn a dime,

To send off to mother who would rather,

see father die than let him visit,

Visitation a holiday, 354 days in between them,

Not by choice, not by choice.