The Broken Black Man
Eyes of an angel that seems to burn my heart
So small so gentle so sweet
So lovely she the one thing that makes my life complete
Her smile lights up the room
Her skin seems to radiant and glows wherever she goes
She is so beautiful
If only she knew
Just like sand through my coarse fingers
Time spilled away from me
She not as beautiful like before
What could have possibly brought her sun to set?
What pain could she possibly be feeling?
She so young
Her life has just begun
Why does she act like it's about to end?
I wish I could give her more
I wish I could make her happy, and smile like before
But how?
What can I do?
I'm not worthy of her love and affection
I can't touch her soft and gentleness
With my rough, untamed hands
How can I give what I do not have?
How can I show something I know not of?
How can I do for her what no one has ever done for me?
The only love I've ever knew is secretive and dark
It's rough and hard
I can not hurt her
She doesn't deserve that in her life
But what else is there to do?
How can I help the broken when I have cracks myself?
Maybe we can be broken together
Nice and easy
I tried my best not to inflict pain
I feel good I wonder if she feel the same
I love her so much
I hope she can forgive me
I never meant to leave my seed behind
Now the scars forever remain
Please forgive me my precious daughter
For in the end I caused you more pain
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