It has been more than a bad night
Sixteen years since I seen the man
I thought by now he'd outgrown his plight
A life changed by the loss of his clan
I excepted all of his grand apologies
I even allowed myself to shake his hand
For me there is no method of psychology
Or medicine that can cure the unplanned
I gave him the words he wanted to hear
From son to father with little devotion
All those many years cannot disappear
And I am a vast array of inhuman emotion
Another sixteen years without a bother
This time it was my choice to be a man
I always hurt and he is still not my father
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