Fathers Sins
Punished by my father's sins,
I know all the stares by my kin.
He vows to clean a tarnished name "so it begins".
Works and deeds regain respect,his life unhinged.
Honor and strength shines through he stands to grin,
Nights of debate and valor grow feelings once singed,
Before his peers he stands tall actions commend.
Kinfolk envelope the bold and brave next-gen,
Old beliefs wither and bonds sprout ten-
Folds of glory wrapped his soul knowing "how it begins".
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