Left-Behind Children

Nobody’s perfect
But there are mistakes Fate hands us
And those we make for ourselves

And those that hurt others
Time after time
Until they’re numb

If you’ve got a child
Tell him you love him
All of the time

So many people
Have left-behind children
Not a part of their lives

These people have said it
Numerous times, “I’ve got to go now;
I’ll love you later, when I have the time.”

The children will nod
And turn away
No sadness in a constant routine

Nobody’s perfect
But there are mistakes Fate hands us
And those we make for ourselves

“I’ve got to go now;
but I’ll love you later;
you’ll be my child, when I have the time.”