Growing up with a father that smokes, I always wondered why?
His effortless tries to quit were in fact dry
Seeing a loved one hurting their own body, With every pull of toxins realesed is something in which thy can't embody
I sat their dazed as a speck of ash slithered through still air onto my arm
This little particle of ash symbolizing harm
So delicate, and so fragile I touch the ash and its no longer their