I saw papa chase the rain, he stained as he bathed his agony.  he soaked bitterly , in the midst of willingness.

I saw papa weep with despair , his demons were weary , so he sunken in worries.
His clarity , his dignity for once would be restore. with pale bare foot , as he danced its a slithery odd night  .

Papa yelled In tears , as he scorned his honor , as  tapped in mounts out of  worries, as it  drizzled out the  rain, he cried!  “ sing me my little dance my little spate  ,as this wise-less age,  Send me a glory , pray me for truce.

I saw papa chase the rain.

you taught me how to laugh away my tears
gave me the courage to face my fears
when there was sorrow on my mind ,you could tell
picked me up when i fell
when i fell for you, i was glad to learn that it was mutual
you ask me what i want, a kiss on my forehead, the usual

I refused you, heart.
I saw the end parenthesis.

I escaped
the ten year wall.

There was an empty,
starry sting.

I pulled my thoughts in,
raised the sail into the wave.

From every corner
I heard C minor.

O heart, I refused you
& look at me now -

stone-mute, castle-hearted,
dying of it.