Parent Pain

He is in denial of the harm he has done Relating to his kids as tokens of a battle to be won Their youthful years can not be returned Nor will the opportunities he's trashed and burned It would take a miracle to open his eyes He says he is not responsible for causing their cries And that his actions will create a grander fate But that is not possible living in anger and hate So I work to repair all he has damaged and torn And often the days are long and my strength gets worn But I want them to know when they grow old It's not nature's plan for men to be cold And should they be blessed with kids of their own They will know a good dad uses a loving tone I will teach them to be wise and to see with their heart So that no man's pain can ever tear them apart