My love,

You were left with

Solitude for a home,

Alcohol for a father

Emptiness for your meals

Neglect for a mother

 

But you had,

Talent in your fingertips

Suns in your eyes

Dreams in your head

and Hope in your heart

 

My love, it’s been a while, how has everything been?

I see that

 

You have,

The world at your fingertips

The throne in your eyes

Power in your head

and Glory in your heart

 

But you were left with,

Emptiness as a home

Neglect as a father

Alcohol as your meals

Solitude as a mother

 

You had become the man you hated--

(perhaps your child, too, will be the very same)