A figure we cling onto ,
As we lack that figure from our own father's,
A shining light before you ,
You've been lied to .
A figure you cannot see ,
But once seen in a dream ,
Tears flow from your eyes as you fill the sea ,
As you fill the sky with your unheard screams .
The trust you have for your own father ,
Cannot compare to the trust you have for the figure up there ,
You throw the word trust around as if it was a feather,
As you share your prayer ,
Unaware of the despair.
As you prepare for each of your prayers ,
Hoping for the light to shine down on you ,
You're only faced with the layers ,
Of lies brought onto you .
24th March 23
