Imagination wild with dreams and A happy childhood so it seems From a young age my future was set Then tragedy and our family met Dad had taken fate in to his own control By deciding when to end his life role It’s seen as a selfish act by some I think he was brave to use that gun But he left me and mum to fend for ourselves Hardship soon followed ……a living hell Wednesday the fifth the day dad chose It’s now thirteen years later when more grief arose Mum has died suddenly and so quick She passed away too on, Wednesday the fifth Is it coincidence or is it fate? Their deaths have shared the same day and date. my future is changed now you are both gone but this life does not stop for me or no one I must continue I must proceed Both your guidance and support I need I don’t have a plan, no dreams to chase I will just leave it up to the hands of fate I hope that the cards that I’m now dealt Will make me happy and serve me well