A letter to my Father

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Drowning in the darkness,
Of deep despair.
Believing the lies I hear,
And seeing truths not there.

See the rays of sunlight, 
They shine upon my scar.
Reaching for that broken smile,
Among the hidden stars.

Hear the tear drops,
Falling form my eyes.
Believe my hidden secrets,
And tell my stolen lies.

Bring me to the surface,
Give me air to breathe.
Let me see the sorrow,
Upon my Broken Dreams.

As a child, I brought,
All this to you.
With broken heart,
Moist eyes,
Shattered Dreams, 
And a Beautiful smile.
With only hope, 
That could be mend,
Only by YOU....



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