The Fault was Mever Mine Alone
I did not ask for more than you could give,
but from my life you took, and took, and took.
At first I did what it would take to live,
Still, you just watched me as my shoulders shook.
Once loved by you, I’d hoped you’d still be here,
but stone cold words are standing in you place.
Perhaps you ran to aid your friend named fear,
To me you’ve fallen slowly, without grace.
A heart beats strong but tired from the strain,
as mem’ries stir, a pain begins to form.
Footsteps echo, paired with the sound of rain,
but life goes on, the never ending storm.
Of you I ask, “when will this fighting end?”
For you were once my father. And a friend.
