On my hardest days,
I clasp the silver around my neck
Cold metal sits on my skin
The weight of you sits over my chest
On my hardest days,
Purple radiates off of me
In the shape of a heart
Holding the last piece of you I own
On my hardest days,
I’m consumed by grief
My mind weighing tons
Tears fighting hard not to fall
On my hardest days,
I hold you
Though the only way I can
Is through this pendant
And on my hardest days,
I’m thankful to remember you’re my dad.