To a father that hears me

Its puzzling. Damn right disconcerting....

The questions keep piling

But the answers are not unfolding

I am not a nice person

It's conflicting, the expressions unending

How do I put this miasmic feelings into words

So you can see me....

But you can't so what can I do but keep breathing

Keep believing... That something up

There in the stars wants what's best for me

I disappoint him

He expects so little from me

And the little that he wants I find it hard to give

I should live to please him

He is my father

Yet the guilt threatens to flay me

I asked my brother last night If I was a nice person

Even though I knew what his response would be

Yet he is wrong about me

I am not a nice person!

If I was,

I would obey the father who has done so much for me

His sweet spirit is always with me

He lives in me

In his arms I live

He is the one who owns the air that circulates in my lungs

He is the one who infuses me with power to live on

Be strong

To be the one

I am sprung!

Lost at sea

Adrift! Spray so thick I can barely see

He brought me back from the brink

He is the one reason I still exist

He is me

And I am he

All I can say now is

Help me to be, the man you said and want me to be

Cos without you I am nothing but air

Nothing but dirt to be buried and forgot

But with you I AM KING!

Empower me to truly live

Please father I beg of thee!

Its me!