I lost my father at the age of fourteen,
the feeling inside and the pain that I felt
made me feel like I was living unseen.
I never got a chance to say goodbye,
putting on a smile in public
that everyone knew was just a lie.
Over the years and the times that I've prayed,
all of the tears and all the charades
I never felt sane, never felt that my cries were heard.
I now know that my father is always near,
watching over me like a heavenly bird.
I know that he will never appear,
but in my dreams I know he is here.