Mouths to feed wont sleep till he arrives,
so he brings his work home.
Late nights waste away plotting a plan.
Tracing the steps he needs to take till he says,
"My job is done.
You're old enough,
it's time to leave this home and go on your own.
I know it's hard,
but it's not my problem anymore.
Eyes closed children rest unaware,
so he keeps their lights dim.
Angels hold their tongues up above with a scowl shaking their fists when he says...
"We had our run,
now you're old enough to go run down your track,
so don 't look b ack.
I know it's hard but it's not my problem anymore.