Sitting on the curb, just a normal concrete ledge
Two anxious little feet dangling over the edge
His backpack rests beside him filled with all that he should need
A blanket and some snacks for his stuffed friend Mr B.
With a cautious stare he looks, down an empty city block
Just praying he will see his daddy’s big black truck.
Mommy stands real close smoking a nervous cigarette
His deep blue eyes look up to ask, “Is he here yet?”
She’s been standing on this curb for far too many days
Ever since those papers came that parted both their ways.
He said this and she said that trying just to hurt each other
But what got up in the middle now sits on this small corner.
Little feet don’t care about who gets stuff and money
All they want is one house with a mommy and a daddy
Things get tough, feelings change, and the grass looks greener
But even through the rough times its worth if for your junior
Our actions speak greater than the size of all our words
Cuz those actions are what he follows as his begins to grow.
If this little voice could speak and say something that you’d hear
He’d ask you this small thing that might take away the tears.
In the moments when you feel like there’s nothing left to give
Did you open up my bedroom door and watch me sleeping there?
And if you did come in I have a question for you my father
Would you rather see me there than sitting on this corner?
Please don’t leave for things that are new or fresh or fun
Choose what’s never going to leave the love of me, your son.
Teach me how to live this life even when it’s rough.
Show me how to love my wife even if it’s tough.
I don’t want a weekend dad I see on every Tuesday
I want to see my dad each day I think that’s his duty.
So out there waits a boy just trying to grow stronger.
Will daddy sit down beside him or is he right around the corner?