Strathcona Pt II (Persimmon)

This is only temporary
And you will be okay
And you will flower yet again
Like July, or was it August
When you cried in his arms
About the stars
And I was spread vacant on cotton
They cut it like paper
And I'm grateful for this life

"Hey kiddo, it's your dad
Um
I don't have work today so I can come pick you up as soon as you'd like, uh, give me a call, text message me, and let me know when you're ready, I'd like to try and avoid all the traffic, thank you, talk to you soon."

"Hello kid, I just noticed that I've got some missing calls from you, uh, anyway, I'm on my way, I'll be there in about a half an hour. Love ya."