A cold heart is heavier
To be numb is impossible
Ignorance is for cowards
I’m not a machine
I am deeply feeling it
Like a prodigal, walking away
Your feet away from us
Your head on the other side
Your hands withhold
Everyday has become my daily struggle
Not to hate you
Not to blame you
Not to curse you
Not to despise you.
For the world cannot amend
The truth shall remain
After all, you're still my father
Thus, I’m holding on to what has left
To what I assume is admirable
I heard you’re a kind man.