I see thee, father.
O how I longed for this-
Please tell me where did thou goest?
And come to me in time of my dream.
Is this all that's left between us?
Take mine hand- I will pull thee out,
Out of my dreams.
'Twas thee alone that play'd the part
In holding up mine head.
Hurry- before reality breaks slumber,
Before the world's engines take to street,
And wake me short of sleep.
Why- I can't feel thine hand...
Thou art here yet thine hand betrays flesh-
How am I to seest thou again?
Where art thou going?
Why?
Don't leave me again-
Father?
Will I ever see thee again?
Again...
He leaveth me again.