Empty Courage / Empty Heart

(wait for the sunset so you can see that you shine too darkness waits in secret hoping your light through)
She told me about you and she couldn’t help but cry. I may not be a part of your family, but I can’t help myself sometimes. I love her so much and you stole so many good times, so prodigal father please listen, I just want to give you my two cents to try to make things right. Because when she told me about you, she told me you were at the top of the line of building up a tower, of holding onto secrets and holding onto power, but it wasn’t until you got to the top that you realized that your tower was a cliff. You saw the water splashing on the rocks below and your mentality shifts, so you steal the innocence of every kid who doesn’t even have an example set by you to live up with, because there’s so much that goes into loving more than lovers than just the single mother that others cast into a pocket you keep when you feel bothered. Your courage and your heart are empty, but at least they go hand in hand. God forbid a single formidable kid ever mistakes you for a man, because even your shadow wouldn’t follow him if he steps into the dark. What’s going to happen when you wake up and realize you abandoned your family and now you’ve fallen apart? Staring straight through a brain, watching wrinkles erase as they take her place upon her jawline, shifting while her chapped lips form the words, “I never wanted this…” Every kiss was empty you spread across women you never intended to miss. You dismissed the chapter of innocence of every child that grows up without the example of what not to do when trying to raise a kid. And your daughter says she hates you and never wants to see you again, when really she would kill just to have her father walk her down the aisle when she’s ready to trust a man to not live up to the example you set. Because the second she was born was the second you took your final bow and now somehow, she can’t believe the sound of a man's voice saying, “ I love you.” From day one you gave this beautiful kid a reason to trust, and now she can’t see love through, so come home prodigal father. Forgiveness is always possible and you can always walk in a straight line… so come home, prodigal father. Forgiveness is always possible