Namesake

Remembering my father on the seventh anniversary of his passing.


Ground where my father is buried.


-------------------------------------------------------------
I’m turning out just like my father
Though I swore I never would
Now I can say that I have love for him
I never really understood
What it must have like for him
Living inside his head
I feel like he’s here with me now 
Even though he’s dead

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

No comments:

Post a Comment