Father
I reached out to you but you kept slamming the door,
I kept thinking there's got to be more...
I was so afraid of you and your anger I just couldn't live,
I was so empty inside I just couldn't give...
We've climbed past that with a brand new day,
you used to sing to me when I was little you say
Thank you, Dad, for what you did for me
for all the things you say, how you help me to see
all your pain inside, I understand
now let me take you by the hand....
Copyright © Julie Lawson | Year Posted 2007
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