Father

He’s a sheep

In this field of gold

Oh and we weep

No memory can be sold.

 

Please stay

And I’ll sing you a song.

This is what I was born with and I  will always deeply remain.

There you go, walking along.

I’ll always be the same.

You leave me to blame…

 

Forgive.

Just hold me tight

Like a guardian should.

I give up this fight

To be accepted by you.

Reviews

[Bob Sherunkle]

I really enjoyed this.Is there a message of not being accepted in there?Really well written.

[Samantha Greene]

yes there is, and thank you so much