I sit here alone, on the bar stool looking into the bottom of the gla** trying to build up some courage I'm trying to chase away the past. I can't remember how it started I don't know where I went wrong but it eats away inside of me and its gone on, way too long I look at the clock on the wall and I see, the phone there too I try to fight the fear growing so torn, not sure what to do I again signal to the bartender and he pours me another drink so I take in another mouthful then I sit there and try to think You can't imagine how a heart aches when your child turns a back to you she doesn't want you near her your life becomes so dark and blue I stare into my half gone drink at the fake courage I swirl around bite my lip, take a breath and stand in my pocket the phone number is found I dial the number on the telephone as my heart panics and begins to race no one there, in the bar notices the sheer panic building on my face I freeze as I hear the ringing stop I feel my hand as it drops the phone I quickly turn and just walk away not hearing "Dad, please come home"