Father Dear Father (And Many Dreams)

Many years ago, before I lived a life on this earth

You were a small boy, in a striped t-shirt, with many dreams

Chucking rocks around in your small man jeans

Walking sticks, sibling tricks, many hospital trips

You had many secrets, You promised to keep them.

"Lord, let no one see what I have done"

Said the father who made you

Vulgarity, such wickedness, corruption, unjust

So you call yourself a man, by what definition?

What the Lord may see, if your eyes trust

A small child would never forget

A small child, violated, in your power, isolated 

These small children, changed forever 

Because you, yes your hands, commanded it so.

But he, oh he

My father, whom I love deeply

His tiny brain deranged so completely

As to make the same God Damn mistakes as you

He made choices, I know it to be true

These choices could have been avoided

If it not for the Scoundrel, oh you!

Now he will live out his life

surrounded by a sea of men.

Father, dear father

If there is one thing I wish to say

When I hear your warm chuckle 

In the corners of my mind

When I hear Moon River, tears glisten in my eyes

I can forgive you, as I believe God does

But there is still sadness, that will never end

A part of my life has disappeared

A wedding, A grandchild, A hug

So many things of mine you have missed, you will miss

Father, dear father

Many Years ago, before I lived a life on this earth

You were a small boy, in a striped T-shirt, with many dreams

with many dreams

with many dreams

and many dreams...