Dad, how do I become a man?
How does a man find himself?
Dad, how do I build my clan?
All I had to answer myself.
I wish I had an example I could follow,
A role-model, or at least some inspiration
But my heart, it filled with sorrow,
I turned to condemnation.
You worked so hard, but for whom?
I wanted a father, not a new room,
And when the riches turned to dust,
Our relationship did further rust.
To me, you were my shadow,
The things within I feared the most,
My flaws on you I did bestow,
My shadow, it became a ghost.
A ghost can only pass when peace is made,
When both sides reconcile with truth,
Let’s cut through the pain with a blade,
To let the old wound heal and soothe.
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