I carry the restless nights under my eyes.
Tugging at my shields engraved with demise.
And the pressure of the heavy hurt I heave
Is lightened when the hot tears of hope leave
My father’s frail heart controls the lever
Each beat that falters, the flood I endeavor
As the singeing salty stream falls down my face
It burns like molten lava, the core of my soul’s place
Throughout the day I carry the invisible pain
Put on my armor and shields, remain tame
Each second adds a tick of precious time
Onto the ever dwindling time line
Slowly I become more numb, and I pray
That we can both make it safely through the day
I crave, yearn to see his bright smile smile smile
And hope he will remain to guide me down the isle
I remember when he used to carry me on his broad shoulders
Now I carry him, his heart, his health as boulders
Daddy’s little girl grows up with each moment
But father time treats her father with torment
Does father time have a daughter, and can he see?
What he does to my father, he does to me?
Am I selfish for keeping my father from heaven?
He has been living unhappily ,since I turned eleven--
When my mother didn’t want him, first time I saw him cry
He cried again when I told him I didn’t want him to die
These are the things I carry
The things I never want to bury