Father No. 2

Once I woke up in the night with your hands on my face

and the moon in the sky 

and I said "Please Father, I'm a poet and I'll make it alright."

but you wouldn't see the truth 

you wouldn't agree to truce  k

If I were to come see you, 

do you think I'd bring you flowers? 

Ask God to keep you safe and weep roses for you in the darkness?

Do you think I'd even come?