A Song For Your Ears Alone

If I could write a ballad no one else but you would hear it. If I were god I would tap into your special frequency so that other prying ears would not be able to judge. If only you could understand my lyrics if only could catch the rhythm, I have long grown tired of trying to make you understand, of trying to make you hear my melody. If I could sing loud enough to make you understand, I would stand on the highest peak of the world and shout to you my truth. My truth that I could never hate you, but you couldn't see that. You once told me that you were god and I believed you. But you lied because if you were god you would know that at one point you scared me. If you were god than you'd know that it hurt when you forgot me, you would have used your divine intelligence to speak to my heart when you couldn't see me. If you were god you would have sent me a burning bush a long time ago when I needed you. But now I see the truth finally at the brink of adulthood, fathers can't be god. fathers can be loved, hated and sourly missed all at once. Now I see that the one I coveted for so long as divine, is a mere flawed human being. If I could write a song for your ears alone it would speak the truth without judgment or blame.