A Deliberation of Forgiveness
Don’t call upon me father
Wherever you are
I’m still your little daughter running from the dark
I couldn’t do as you do…
Even if I could hear the stars your heart is as black as their bed
Their dainty twinkle has become
Thorns upon my skin
From stories of Princesses and Kings, to you and me
(I see the difference now)
And do not frighten my hazel eyes with brown flakes
Or thicken my skin when I face the mirror don’t ask
That I be other then your strange daughter misunderstanding minor
Miracles
Not death
Father I ‘m not dead! Father
Forgive the stars and me
Wherever you are
I’m still your little daughter running from the dark
I couldn’t do as you do…
Even if I could hear the stars your heart is as black as their bed
Their dainty twinkle has become
Thorns upon my skin
From stories of Princesses and Kings, to you and me
(I see the difference now)
And do not frighten my hazel eyes with brown flakes
Or thicken my skin when I face the mirror don’t ask
That I be other then your strange daughter misunderstanding minor
Miracles
Not death
Father I ‘m not dead! Father
Forgive the stars and me
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