Unmanned Posted on December 26, 2020 by Lisa Rosier Wounded child Not a man Far too old, you play Absent fingers Hollow heart Empty end of day Highschool sweetheart Dead to me You abused my grace One word for you: Therapy. Father-wound to trace Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related