Having a family, wife and kids-
And losing them because of past experiences-

Waking up every day of my life alone-
Some nights holding a pillow in my home-
As if I was with someone and not on my own-

It took God 7 days to make life, I haven’t even started and I’m 17-
One day, maybe, please, I will spread my seed, and hope he or she is better than me-
That’s my golden wish, one which I fish the sea for-
Cuz that’s where I was told there were plenty more-
It must’ve been a fib, I’ve sunk to its floor-
I tried to do what God did-
And now I only have 12 ribs-

Maybe I’ll donate to a sperm bank-
I won’t be able to see my son or daughter-
They’ll be in the hands of another, the ones that bought ‘em-
No, I can’t do that they need the right mother-
And for that I truly need to love her-

I don’t understand why so many relationships haven’t lasted-
I feel every female is a princess, which I say before they ask it-
I’ll I want is to share our souls together-
And if the wind raises, I’ll shelter you from the weather-

Love? it is that much to ask?
Or is my heart meant to be in a cast?