I never took a moment to think from the eyewitness of the other
Took every jab as an insult, every act to avoid me, permanence
But when I viewed burned remains of my life, I have wondered
Why would someone who hate me give all that he was able to
Why should he cry at the sins of his hands, he was innocent
I burned, for my past, opportunities lost to redeem a father
My indignant response, screams to a voice, insulted him
He never sent me away for words I felt the need to say
I wish I could embrace him but can't as futures loom
For a life of flesh and blood withers with my doom
Life is meant for all, I believed but lost my chance
No matter my ignorance or innocence, I was wrong
Without my own salvation, no redemption for me
Even if I feel it to my utter depths and beyond
