A faceless stranger resides in my mind
A figure from a life passed.

Before you let me down,
All I wanted was for you to be proud.
A boyhood desire now gone because of your fire.
It burned everything.
Here am 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 which never gave.
Father is just a title,
You the false idol.

At the end of all things
You just gave up and
Left me feeling bitter disgust.
My 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.
Though now I see with such clarity.

My eyes are like the desert
There's no tears to fill the mind's sky.
The one thing I learned is
I am strong.
I am not broken, just lost.