To much to handle to little strength
Sweet and sour tears roll from my eyes
Bitter words hit my heart
All my ears hear is my painful cries
Call me every name under heaven
Then others say the very opposite
I don’t know no longer what is or is not
But I do know words are like being hit
They hurt like hell and fire
The burn within the heart
There not much you can do
To stop from letting loose this fiery dart.
Not many words are strong enough
To show just how I feel
Not that I think you want to know
You don’t want to think it’s real
Fathers why do they cause such pain
When they say they love you still
Yet somehow love is not enough
One day one day I shall have to wait till
Till the day he is proud
Till the day when he sees what the rest of you see
Till the day he is glad I was born
Till the day when he admires me
Foxy 08
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As a father, this makes me want to go hug my daughter.