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Contributed by liz25 on Monday, 23rd May 2005 @ 07:28:40 PM in AEST
Topic: FamilyPoems

Stranger, please release me into light so that I may exist
Father, are you scared, are you in fright; or can you still assist?

Father I am here and I am waiting to be taught,
Father, about life, my soul, my happiness abroad.

Father, can I call you when I need to know about me?
Father, can you help me; can you do one thing unselfishly?

Father, I am fearless, Ill face my sins, I will not be phased,
Father, youre neglectful of the one you evidently raised.

Father, are we clear about each others paths?
Father, so we wont bump roads, theres a spell Id cast.

Father, you remind me of myself, he myself Ill still become,
Father, there are nightmares of my past, to my bedside ghosts will come.

Father, disillusioned I am not; you have taught me well,
Father, I have learned to cheat, to lie, to steal and to pretend.

Father, my life seems as if its shattered like a broken glass,
Father, please do something, please erase my convoluted past.

Father, you and I are birds; one of us will parish,
Father, whats the rush please dont forget that its me you cherish.

Father, I cannot help but think of all your vacant triumphs.
Father, I am pleased that I can now remember them and smile.

Father, let me go about my life; from your road away Ill stir,
Stranger, when the gusty winds calm down; you suddenly reappear

Copyright © liz25 ... [ 2005-05-23 19:28:40]
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