Kayla Fry

When He Calls

All the weight is on his chest

All he can see is regret

His baby girl must leave the nest

But he will never forget.

All he can see is regret

And he just breathes in the smoke

But he will never forget

As the wind whips through his bicycle spokes.

And he just breathes in the smoke,

While his mind becomes foggy

As the wind whips through his bicycle spokes

He feels more and more groggy.

While his mind becomes foggy

The sun shines on, yet

He feels more and more groggy

Even as it continues to set.

The sun shines on, yet

I feel very cold

Even as it continues to set

I wonder how I have gotten so old.

I feel very cold

And think about my father—

I wonder how I have gotten so old

Why should I even bother?

And think about my father—

He used to ride bikes and smoke and work

Why should I even bother?

He mostly was a mean old jerk.

The cemetery calls me every day, but

His baby girl must leave the nest

And with the final cut,

All the weight is on his chest.