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.”