father

Father, may you lend me your ear...

As I rest my head on your lap...

May I attest of my innocence as I know of your own. And now we know of the consequence. We may be at war near or far.

We may not as well only time will tell...

We are running out of time. So, I sat put an end to this war. We can prosper with the remedy and cure. Like something so pure of heart. That goodness and kindness will prevail rather than animosity toward a foreign swarthy figure or few were we have more in common. Like the need for the cure to start.

My apologies if I have been undelicate or assuming the worst. But I'd rather save the world together rather then see it burst.