It was my first lie.  Maybe it was my first lie I told.  But Lord knows it's the lie I hold.  My father gave me a chance.  I was aware and knew I did wrong.  He told me that it would all be okay, if only i told him that day.  "father you are right,  i'm only hurt because loss of my sight."  which he already had for sought.  Here I am and I was given that choice.  I said the lie but you knew my voice.  Dad you knew I lied and let me be.  I wish I could be spanked the same way I had been before.  But my **** was as soft as if it didn't happen.  Because you gave me trust when I was 7, even knowing that that trust wasn't true.  I can't see your move but it left me bruised.