In bed, I confessed the most
agonizing pain ever hidden
I kept it for so many years
whirling through my head
and guised as laughter
for all to see, but I couldn’t beam
with pride at having not
outperformed my weakness
You were not asleep
and I found a chance to spill it out
from my chest to yours
that I could put it to rest
Soon, silence fell against our will,
but I did understand a thing
The pain has been released,
shared for the very first time
Ah, I never remembered how
tearful I was last night
and who cares? I don't, ‘cause...
you were accenting,
warm and a good listener
rightly suits a troubled son
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