Oh what a terrible loss
For if I had to choose right from wrong
The father in me now is lost.
A woman may not be That One
If a man leave her crumbling by the side
So the father in me has died today
Because from the dust I rise.
Bit by bit like woven tapestry
I nurture the mother in me
But what a mother without a father
Tied in chains, closely tethered;
I severe that cord today
To keep something alive
And more and more empty I become
Because the father in me has died.
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