A poem of a father not wanting a child, but a another loving that child as his own. |
You weren’t there A ghost that lived far away A shadow that grew in the light of day A moment that lasted to long The chorus of a favorite song You’ve forgotten me My eyes, my smile The color of my hair The laughter for you That you couldn’t share I built a bridge for you to bring you back You tore it down without looking back My tears are worthless in your eyes You’ll leave anyway without any goodbyes Years will pass, I see you again And you’ll be just the shell of a man Time has gone, no second chances are given Regrets are yours I won’t wait until you decide to knock on my door I’m crazy; I must be to let you hurt me again Even the hurt of a child is worse than any sin No Father, don’t feel the guilt I’m sorry I’m yours But my life is not a sorrow I don’t love you, I cry for the lost A man who loved me as his Is gone from this earth His time taken, my heart broken O’ Father, a Daddy he was Your loss, his gain His death, my pain I don’t remember you, as much as you like You’re just a passing hour in my night I forgave you a time ago So please don’t try to make me yours O’ Father, I loved you, but no more I haven’t loved you since I was four. |