FATHER'S EYE
As I do my errands I seek upon my father’s eyes as I speak to him.
When I was present it was unpleasant to see him.
Imagination made me dwell with creation to rebuild my act together.
My reaction had lead to my mind in a different direction.
Father, I do miss our relationship, someday it will turn out to be a bliss.
I had the fault of my own flaws as I halt my father’s human being.
Dad, I've been sad, but I'm glad because I know you're doing fine.
Let’s talk, make sure we won’t make the same mistake.
As I look into your eyes you made me a wise woman.
As God had put an armor together, for me to see right through my Father’s eyes.
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