I too will go to you, says the son to the face of the father.
He broadens his smile thin and gathering dust for long as if to acknowledge he always knew one day his son would stand before him resigned and weary willing to join on his route.
The son sees his father's lips move in the briefest prayer..
There’s more to it, than what meets the eye There’s more to it, if you know why Thoughts have feelings, they are alive Words have meanings, they know how to fly There is always a reason for every known, why?? If only, it could be known to every eye