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I Am My Fathers Son

A life born into unknown darkness

I was your only son

Inherited your hopes and fears

Became your chosen one

Generations of family demons

Gathered around my bed

Whispering passed on failures

That echoed through my head

Father I don’t want your shackles

Please leave them on the ground

Let me breathe hope into the world

Let it hear my sound

Mistakes that you have made in life

Dreams that have long gone

Relive them through my eyes this day

Your light will be re-shone

Our words they maybe different

Yet our heart it is the same

The failures of past generations

Will no longer be to blame

Though your wings are clipped

For you I fly so high

This is the world that we created

Father please don’t cry

No matter what the world may bring

My life has just begun

One thing I am sure from here

I’m proud to be your son

deanthebard

@deanthebard

Author, screenwriter and poet. Last poetry book was in Amazons top 100 last year. Live in Sweden, from the UK. Currently writing a new movie "Gate 64"

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