by J Richard Karlsson

Created on: September 23, 2011

As I sit beneath the tree, thinking of how it grew
We have lived in this house for ten years, my son grew too
Now a teen, where does the time go, season after season
I sit here under the tree and begin to cry for no reason
Now begin to know, I'm scared for the day I'm not here
I want my child to know just how much I care
Time to plan ahead, ready to leave something when I go
I spend all my money living for today, where does the money go
At least he will have this house, an he too can watch the tree grow
For my child I live, I can not afford to die
I sit here under the tree, knowing why I cry
With all my might and trust in the world, I must not think that way
It is just my job to be here under the tree in this world I must stay
For my child, for the love of him, I will

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