Yes he ran away. I wish I could speak your language

You scream for the fear of not seeing him anymore

Where is my daddy?

The quake begins

Am I an act of love? you wonder

The cracks come close to your heart

could it be him when the phone rings?

I speak broken love too

Divorce is written before you sign it

The winds of Santa Ana feel like this

You are surrounded by truth that doesn’t know your language

And all you hear now is silence

And all the wind says is daddy is gone

I’m here to manifest God’s love

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