The Years Of Hate

I wish I wasn't such a t**d as a kid, to my mom.

The sins my father has done, seem to disappear in my smiles,
as he looks at me for the last time.
I miss him,
Blaming my mother for my loss,
wanting him to come back.

The sins of the past are not real,
the sins of the past are not real,
the sins of the past are not real,
Are they?

As my mother struggles to live a lonely life,
knowing no one is good enough to fill my void of him,
but also knowing,
neither is he.

The sins of the past are not real,
the sins of the past are not real,
Are they?

I hurt her with every hateful word,
that I feel,
at the time.
I hate her for leaving him,
for tearing us apart.

The sins of the past are not real,
Are they?

As I grow to be a man.
I learn who he was,
who he is.....
And Now after all this time
I know why......

The sins of the past are not real....
Until now.

For the years to come I try....
My hardest to make up,
for all that has been lost in the years of hate.
As the sins of the past seen and not.....
Heard and not,
Are now....
A reality....

Knowing it was never his fault that
I
and I alone,
did what was done.
Finally I say....

Sorry,
MOM
I love you.


Dedicated to My Mother
(For the years lost in my hate)
6-3-96
Written By Jay Spaan
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