Battle Creek,nsomething that you said last weeknis eating me with sharpened teeth,nand I am so afraid.nNot something thrown out flippantly,nbut to my heart and very core.nI may not see you anymore,nor something even worse.nAnd in my bones,nyour twenty-three same chromosomes,nreside in twisted prophecy,nlikening our destinies.nI genuflect,nI’ll hold my breath,nI’ll wait and see,nyour blood is swimming inside me.nAnd there is no love,nlike fathers have for their sons...nsons.nnI am weak,nbut believe me when I softly speak,nif there is strength inside of me,nit’s you who put it there.nAnd I concede,nthat something stabbed and made you bleed,nstole the light you once believed,nyet I still do.nDo you believe,nI saw your father in a dream?nHe said that he is safe and well,nand waiting up for us.nAnd there is no love,nlike fathers have for their sons.nnchorusnBoys need fathers,nevery daughter,nevery broken heart so gone.nI believe that Love is greater,nnever ceasing, always hoping,nalways just beneath the dawn.