R.I.P

R.I.P




R.i.p to the kid that I’ll probably never see

I’ll never hold you in the air like Simba

But if you could hear or remember 

I always wanted my own

Used to dream of having a son

Or a daughter that I’ll try to raise equally

If I had it my way, then you’ll be here

Not laying in my head

God gave me a condition that I thought I could beat

When I thought I was getting on my feet

It turned out to be a mirage

Then I lost you forever now you just remain a thought

That I can’t bring to life