Despair

Worried about his heart, worried about his soul. Worried about the outcome, worried about his goal. Why should I worry, when I could scold? I shouldn't care. I shouldn't bother. But then I'd miss out on one special father. He's someone's lover, he's someone's son, he's someone's brother, he's someone's big gun. He's a ray of sun where there should be rain, he's the angel with unspeakable pain. Love is all he has left, no more, no less. He falls short when he only tries his best. Even when he fills the hole, he feels empty. Even when he loves the most, he gets left behind. Even when he gives his all, it's never good enough... No matter how hard he tries.