I am my father's daughter,
a legacy I can no longer hide.
I fear soon enough, soon enough
no resemblance of shame will subside in my heart.
I once believed there was a love so strong-
hurt- pain- anger would fall away,
forever.
My lonesome heart was swallowed by a lover-
only angels above or the devil below could design,
But love never lasts quite long enough
and the words from my little book are pushed far from my heart.
I find myself-
quick to anger,
slow to forgive.
The cries of my lonesome heart are now long gone,
in their place is a cold echo of silence-
for I am,
my father's daughter.