Into the depths of nature peer,
Hand in hand with his father he walks in the woods,
He only believes, there’s a miracle here,
But this was only a dream as he feared.
Standing on the porch a little boy with tears in his eyes,
His whole childhood filled with lies,
Awaiting his guardians love, his heart is filled with cries,
Waiting for the tiny tales that would put him to sleep,
His father scowled at him like a bolt of thunder,
Was this his bleak destiny he always wondered?
As time moves on,
These questions shall shape,
Where were your blessings?
Where were the fairy tales that would put me to sleep?
Where were the lessons of life?
Why did you considered me as a foe?
As the years move on,
His mended heart could take no more,
He saw others fathers would sweep them into a giggling ecstasy,
To be lost in wonderland called “the home” where they were shaken like a laughing rag,
He was far away from reality,
Just keeping faith and endure when tested the most.
He trusted in the lord with all his heart,
And not leaning on his own understanding,
Walking on the godly path,
Was only his part,
Constantly hearing the voices from heaven saying “This is my beloved Son, with whom I am well pleased.”
Mourning and desperately seeking for an island of sanity,
As he was drowning in sorrows, this was his only tragedy.