by Joltz
I truly lost you, the day I left.
My heart was not the only one broken.
For what I did to you, you did to Tobias.
Our last bond, a child quiet and free.
His mind soared, his intellegence grew.
Yet his dreams faded, his last hope gone.
His spirit was tattered and torn,
Until it no longer existed.
His father was called to battle, his mother had left.
Stable physically, but mentally? No.
But his sanity is not yet past repair.
And where you, his mother, left off,
His friends will continue, and mend his mistrust.
And while everything familiar shatters,
True frendship will be established.
He is truly your son, Loren
And wherever you are, you shall not forget.
For it is of thy blood, a spirit is lost.