Weak Legs

Throughout the years, I have become weaker, Yet strong. Why must my darkest night and drawn out days keep me? Keep me wondering, Dad, where are you? Do you have the same dream I do? Do you still have me in you? Tell me now! Tell me now, where you stand, So I know if I can even stand at all. “No, no,” you say, well today, I bid you bye from what you have become. I take part no more. Goodnight my darkest night, And show no more.