Father Of Hate

Here I am again,
All alone til the end,
Wondering if these tears will ever stop.

As they fall down my face,
I feel so empty and bare,
Thinking I don't even care.

I don't know where I've gone wrong,
All I wanted to be,
Was the perfect son.

I often looked up to you as a kid,
Playing footy in our back yard,
Always looking to you for advice,
When it would be about girls,
Or the crap show Miami Vice.

Then one fine day,
Nature called.
Time to grow up boy,
Time to become a man.

No matter how old I become,
You'll always be my dad,
And I'll always be your son.

So why do you treat me like crap?
Have I ever done you so much harm?
Being father and son,
Means going through thick and thin,
No matter how many times,
We both want to give in.

I don't think you even realise,
How much pain I have inside,
You were always to be the first...
To kick me on my backside.

I long for you to turn around,
To see the man I have become,
Still the same old son,
Just with more fire and fury,
C'mon where's the gun?

You know what Sir?
You can kiss my ass!
If you don't have any pride in me,
Why should I let that destroy me?

So you won't give me the hug I long for,
Don't worry Dad,
I'm now a soldier.

I'm going to march on,
Even if your not by my side,
I don't need a negative dictator like you,
To screw up my life.

I've realised I'm not alone,
I've got so many mates that you don't even know!
So here I dedicate this salute to them.

So we're not as close as we used to be,
Maybe that is the way things were meant to be.
Someone once told me,
Never to take the honey from the bee.

Looks like you've turned out to be the honey,
And I'm the bee,
So here we go father,
I want to be free.

© Clair Sanders