Stranger

There was a man responsible for who I am, Most of my form and my mindset. I hope for a moment I made him proud, and that somehow a flash of me makes sense to his brain. It is torture watching you not be who you are, not see who I am, not know your wife. But it makes for magical moments of hope sparks in your dark sky, lightning in ours. We can't allow it to end as we haven't said goodbye, we don't want to let go and sink. There are tiny connections and glimpses, Maybe somehow, somewhere, you are still in there. Please open your eyes and see my life, I have so much to show you since then. I yearn for your advice and guidance, And I can't admit it is in vain. There are 2 words in this world, that trump all other things You will always be one of them to me Father.