Did you think that you could break my heart,
Anymore than it's been broken?
Did you think that you could cause more pain,
By some words that you've not spoken?
You cannot hurt me any longer,
By the things you do or say;
The past is not the present,
Like years, they've slipped away.
But to say that I'm not wanted,
and my chidlren do not care;
Then that's a sword I cannot swallow,
and a load my heart can't bear.
To call me an intruder,
Is a death blow to my being;
To say I'm an interloper,
Then it's me that your not seeing.
The truth is, I'm their father,
Not a guy that you call Dave;
and if it's me that you can't see,
Then it's my soul you cannot save.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem