A lot of questions still
run through my mind.
Were you scared? Did you cry?
What were your last thoughts?
And did you know you were going to die?
Did you think about your family?
Did you think about me?
They took you away from us,
Now life's filled with misery.
Why did they do it?
Why did they take you?
I wish we knew who did it,
But we haven't got a clue.
I miss you Dad. It's been five
months now,
And I still need you in my life. RIP.
