raising half a son.
And I don't know what has happened
to the life that I'd begun.
Half the stories, half the smiles,
half the moments that he lives.
Half the tears, half his heartache,
half the love I'd had to give.
This is not what I'd envisioned
when I'd made for him a start.
I am only half a father,
half a life... and half a heart.