Beautiful Souls
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Poetry
Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a Dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
Why should you suffer for my pain.
Knowledge in this I should try to gain.
Does it feel I have left you alone?
It may feel I have cut you to the bone,
But please believe me, my love is true,
I know in the past I didn’t know what to do,
Because being a father was new to me,
Over the years I was blind, but now I see,
That my responsibility is to be a Dad,
Even me writing this poem, makes me sad,
Thinking of you all from this cell,
You beautiful things, I must have put you all through hell.
So now I have made some new goals,
And that is to save your beautiful souls.
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