Hey There my Young Vladimir

Hey there my young Vladimir.

How is life treating you today?

I hope that you can hear my voice,

because I have a lot to say.

It may not sound original,

and I am sorry if it is overly used.

But I am truly and sincerely sorry,

for letting your love be abused.

I was the one who was wrong,

it was never you.

You were only a beautiful being,

and I was only a fool.

Hey there my young Vladimir.

I hope that you are doing well.

I know you're probably smiling in Heaven,

although one day I'll be burning in Hell.

But before I am taken and beaten,

I want you to only know...

That I wanted you, and that I loved you...

And that I regret not letting that show.

You were an innocent and lovely boy.

How much I cry myself sick thinking of you.

You could have brought into my life so much joy...

But now I must cry over the things we cannot do.

I cannot hold you close inside my arms.

I cannot sing to you when you cry at night.

I cannot shelter you and keep you from harm.

I cannot not tell you that everything's alright.

I cannot feel your small hand around my fingers.

I cannot show off your beauty to the world.

I can only sit here and remember what lingers,

And watch my tears pool up on the floor.

Hey there my young Vladimir.

I am sorry that I picked out a deadbeat dad.

He seemed so thrilled of your existence,

But he only left us sad.

If I knew then what I know now,

I would go back and leave him for you.

But the hard thing about life is learning that,

There's no starting "anew."

You have to live with the mistakes you make,

And I am sorry to have made one with us.

If I had known that your life was at stake,

I would have never given up.

Hey there my young Vladimir.

I would bring you back if I could.

But until I see you in that split second of afterlife,

Where our paths slightly cross...

I will be here down on Earth,

Forever mourning your loss.