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.