AMOR PATER TE.

Take my hand, And look at me.

What you see, Cant you feel?

I remember the days,

When you were all I had, And I was all that you cared.

I remember the days,

Of goodnight stories, and of no worries.

Daddy’s little girl I was proud to be,

All such lovely memories, shared by you and me.

Now lost forever, into the endless eternity.

When did I become a burden,

That you could not bear?

When did you become a notion,

That brought me despair?

I know not, when it came,

But felt all the same.

Those days that brought unbearable tears.

And plunged our relationship into a vacuum of fear.

It withered so soon,

like a flower in the heat of noon.

So take my hand and look at me.

What you see is what is you left us to be.

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