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April , 2005 - I Cannot My son as I look at thee, from your mother's womb so beautifully so full of life you are so much of me. You will be great one day my son, leader of peoples bastion of hope follower of One. I will hold you I will mold you I will grow you My father as I look at thee, from my mother's bosom so beautifully so full of strength you whom I want to be I will be great one day my father, leader of peoples bastion of hope follower of One I will heed you I will respect you I will honor you Time has passed for me, things are not what they were to be... My father as I look at thee, from failures doorstep so tragically so full of doubt oh regretfully I have become nothing my father, pity of peoples phantom of hope leader of none I have failed me I have crushed me I am embittered My son as I look at thee, from my dreams gone so emphatically so full of chagrin oh you are not of me You have become picayune my son, least of my offspring underachievement your citadel slightest in honor most vile to obey. You're feelings matter not your happiness trite, can I salvage this wreck, this aberration, are you even worth the plight... ... My father as I cannot look at thee, from dissapointment's gates no words no worth from most vile of kin, so much hatred emenates... I cannot please, I cannot ease, respect I cannot earn, I cannot, I will never be able to nothing will do. I cannot I cannot I cannot please you... |
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