Are you coming home tonight, Dad
I though the question strange for he always had
I wondered what thoughts this lad hid
Dad said sure will ,son, but he never did
He met a drunk driver,anxious to reach the next bar
They had to cut his Dad,out of his car
It seemed his son already knew what was in store
That night he never watched for his Dad at the door
Later the police did arrive
Said he had died quick ,with no way to survive
The lad got down on his knees to pray
Somehow I knew Dad you wouldn't be home today
I'll help Mom,Dad,after all I am almost seven
If I have a problem Dad, I'll talk to you in heaven
So don't worry Dad,I'll see Mom and I through
And each night when I talk to God,I'll leave a message for you.