Flawless Suspect

Traits of belief
from a mother
to her son
From a father
who loves to run
A father of me
A father of her
Roaming in the desert
in leather boots with spurs
The journey is been
etched on his skin
Till the returning
Imagine all people
places n moments u know
Not gone not dead
But have never been
Would you not choose to live
for the fear of it?
Stories of misbelief
from a mother
to her daughter
From the father
reproducing carnage
But you would rather not believe
There was so much more to live..