Father of mine,
My soul is thine.
I’ll walk close to this path,
While drowning in society's bath.
As I live through these seasons,
I try to think of any reasons
To avoid, reject, and abuse
This struggling thought of you.
Father of mine,
I’m trying to make my soul thine.
For there to be any chance,
Just for me to get a glance,
I have to risk,
And be okay dealing with
The most insensitivity known to date
Just to see Heaven’s Earthless gate.