All these things said,
and the meaning lost through age.
No matter how many times I said,
it was always just your best.
Was it really?
Could you really do no more.
From helping your parents,
to taking in more children,
was it your own way of making your dreams come true?
Always looking for that one true one,
that you could lay down with at night and nussle into her breast,
and be woken by little children,
all calling you daddy.
I believe that I was nothing more,
than a possibility
for you to have your dreams.
And yet, at every turn you took,
didn't it seem like my intention was quite the opposite.
The words that came through,
were word so true,
that your broken heart could not contend.
Why are you still here,
none of these people really love you.
You always said that I only loved you for the things that you did for me,
well my friend,
that became your self-fulfilled prophesy.

I once had a dream of my own,
that had you in it.
It was a dream of a family,
a community of all different blood.
That I had my own children,
and you gave them piggy back rides.
You taught them to learn,
and to love themselves.
You were the great protector,
and the honored elder.
You spent your days free,
with nothing left to bother.
Your hair grew long and your smile was bright.
The light in your eyes,
shown through any dark night.
I was safe to know that you were at peace,
and my children loved their grandpa.

Somewhere though,
you let that smile face.
The light in your eyes that I love as a child,
had all sunk down inside.
There wasn't much left of you.

You know the only times I've seen you cry,
is when you told me that great grandma was going to die.
And then again when you told me that I was.
Your sobs were strange,
very unique.
It felt as if the knot in your belly
got stuck in your throat.
And all of the feelings you were told you dont have,
began to fill the mote.
Surrounding your castle,
with terrifying crocodiles,
leaving the lonely old king,
to drown in his sorrows.
Often time I would try and cross the waters,
and tear down the door.
But then you would tell me that it was not my pain to endure.

That would have made sense,
if it had not been for the hateful words,
and the visions of a weak and brittle core.
Your crocodiles bit me,
they tried to make me so weak that I could not open that door.
Is that why you cried,
when you thought I would be no more?
Did you realize,
so long ago,
on some lost forgotten shore,
that I was the only one that loved you,
and that I planned to save us both.
That was my mission,
when I came here from space,
was to give you a second chance,
it was not her that healed your body,
it was I who changed your fate.
But you can only lead a human to salvation,
you cannot make him accept it as real.

Is the fact that I'm alive proof enough for you?
That I survived that toxicity,
and came out more beautiful than all of you.
That feeling that you had,
deep inside your gut,
the night I came through,
to be your little girl.
It felt like you might die,
that your heart had had too much,
but that warmth all around it,
helped you to not yet give up.
I came to you in a dream,
my existence was not for real.
It was simply a vision,
of what could have been.
Now you have waken up,
and you have a new child.
She has black hair and blue eyes,
but one day it will be blond.
So helpless and loving,
how did she get here?
It's time to be that father,
that you always wanted to be,
with the sweet woman,
in the kitchen making breakfast for three.
Your house is simple,
a little cabin in the woods.
Now lay down in the life you see now,
and awaken into this one.
It can be any time you want,
but just know that there is nothing left for you here.