i am my dad's son
from the moment i entered crying to the moment i leave dying my father is my puppeteer i have never faced him without fear
from the moment i entered crying to the moment i leave dying my dad is my captain urging me to break free from where i’m trapped in
my father ties my blindfold tight and cuffs my hands behind my back ensures i have no chance of flight and seals the wall that holds a crack
my dad uncuffs my aching hands so i may take my blindfold off teaching me to take a stand catching me if i should fall
my father wants me to be a doctor strings tugged so tight leaving my flesh bleeding his controlling fire growing ever hotter never asking how i was feeling
my dad encourages me to choose my own path gently cleaning and bandaging my wounds never speaking on my behalf helping me find and sing my own tune
my father wants me to be his son to bury my dreams and hide who i am to become someone he wouldn’t have to shun just to disregard my efforts with the doors he slam
my dad wants me to be who i am to seize the day and contribute a verse to the powerful play, expectations be damned to stay alive despite the adverse
from the moment i entered crying to the moment i leave dying i am my father’s property i am my dad’s son
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nowhere near how masterfully my love is able to manipulate words, but might as well give it a go :)
