Sins Of A Father

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life

The fear of lonliness the wish of death, love grown blank disturbingly there's no love left, anger everywhere raging in every room, indangering hate self absorbed the feeling of doom, these four walled cells, this prison called home in this world I've failed, in my heart this pain no easy fit a sense of all is wrong, my son is all I got he;s all the proof that I belonged, the same ropes that bind us are unsafe to hold, for the fear is that these same walls will crush and keep him cold, the things I've done, I hope the debts are not paid by the lifes blood of my son,