It's 3am...

I Saw my Dad in my dream He took a look at his Life and just said there’s never Enough time Like a shooting star we wish it away As time gets older Wisdoms comes and so does pain So many changes Makes you want to run and hide I don’t have control It’s an illusion I never did So many good times But I can’t go back My memory is of what was It no longer exists I have spent Years with anxiety I no longer understand it Cause it changes transforms Casting spells And doing damage Family is far away It takes it toll on a hurting heart Depression is heavy But it fills in the gaps I keep chasing this dream But I write more than I rap Making idols in the sand Need to keep building on the rock