The Song of Father
My son, dear son, the artist of my future
Fixing the broken pieces of my every day
Breaking the sorrow of the massive turmoil
Giving the calm spirit made by the dungeon
From your warm little hands, we rode
Together with the cause of the love of Narra
Pieces of your flowers joined in our laugh
In the eyes of many showing joyful smile on us
My son, dear son! Let me hold your hand
The balloon of yours uttering with the air
Your tame eyes figuring crystals in my sight
Reaching the rising action of this unknowing occurrence
My son! don't look back and stay with papa
Don't run! Don't move! Don't follow it!
Hold my fist firmly, don't walk away!
There it comes! Hit the angel, God's sake! Keep your breath!
Oh my son, my dear son feels my hug
Don't call the cold air will change you in trouble
Show your crystal eyes to ease the pain
I command his soul, remain in him, meet me again!
My son, how darkly, how painful the end
Your story in the world unwritten by your father
Looking at you featuring the fairy tale
A tale that ended in ever after lonely song!
Copyright © Elai Cee | Year Posted 2013
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