Before you let me down,
All I wanted was for you to be proud.
A boyhood desire is now gone because of your fire.
It burned everything.
Here I am not but a shell.
There you are, dead.
Though not in a literal sense.

Time heals wounds,
And your face from my mind.
A roar to a whisper your voice is muted.
It's one of a coward.

It seems strange that I once craved the regard
Of a depraved heart.  One who never gave.
Father is just a title.
You, the false idol.

At the conclusion of all things you
You just gave up
left me feeling bitter and disgusted.
The anger has long since faded
And all I know is how to feel nothing;
A recurring theme.
And that is what you taught me.
What remains of you?  A shadow
Of a jaded past.  It’s never been easy
But now I see with such clarity.

My eyes are like the desert
No tears to fill the mind’s sky.
The one thing I learned is
That I am strong.
I’m not broken. Not lost.