Fatherless
He had dreams without Ambitions;
A house, but not a Home.
He was belonging to Nowhere,
All he could do was roam.
He roamed into houses and His Hands
always came out filled.
He tried to fill the void His Dad Left;
Life can't be Rebuilt.
Still He tried to look for Love
in the Lowest of Places,
and in the process,
He had stepped on A Million Faces.
No one was there to show Him True Love
it left him Empty.
He didn't know that "The Father"
would always be plenty.
In Homes without a Mother
there will be No Way to thrive
In Homes without a Father
it can be Hard to Survive.
Without a good example
He tried to Live His own Life
With All that had happened
He managed to Get His own Wife.
He Vowed to be Better
but didn't know where He could start.
Not even the cry of a Child
could soften his Stone Heart
"Like Father Like Son"
we always hear Every Single Day
Why is it so hard for a Man
to Make His own Way?
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