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To my Father


Today I called you,

I'm not so sure why now.

I was calling because I wanted to,

wasn't asking, wasn't begging;

I guess that threw you off somehow.

I was talking about life,

trying to be nice.

Twas certainly a struggle to call,

you honestly don't know me at all.

I can't tell you about love,

or what's going on up above.

I can't give you the truth,

you never gave me a reason to.

You think it's okay to come around,

trying to prove something of your crown.

You threw away those years,

of discovering love and wiping my tears.

I'll never know how to trust a man,

no matter how much he begs for my hand.

My knees, they will bruise,

but my heart will refuse.

The force, the control,

of pausing my life role.

I will believe, I will love,

in those who stand strong.

I will continue to be me,

the woman I was born to be.

So hear me now,

for I am screaming out,

I don't need your love.

I am going to fly above.

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