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Father


You call me son. I call you by name. The things you have done You should be ashamed. You say you are a better man, You want me to see. My eyes are open To the man who stands before me. You want to be in my life But you had your chance to make things right. I am tired of giving you another try. You claim to be telling the truth. How about you show me the proof. Every time I want to meet, you have another excuse. I despise you for all you have done Because of you I could not rest Day and night my tears ran down my mother’s dress The hell I’ve went through The pain you caused My respect for you I have lost It’s you that needs to open your eyes Then maybe you will see. I am a better man than you’ll ever be. Listen closely, this will be the last time I will say what I am about to say. Don’t bother asking why. I love you father, Good bye.
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