**this piece is loosely based on some story i read awhile ago in the newspaper**
The War At Home : Silent Cry
Son, i am saying this as ur lying asleep;
your little hands tucked by ur face, curled in silent retreat
a moment ago when i was alone...trying to sleep,
stifling waves of guilt...made me ill with violent defeat
driving me to weep inside; my mind striving to be
free of this burden that i've stirred up; It's time that we speak..
These were things that haunted me...
I haven't been the best to you.
This morning as u were dressing for school
i was detested by the way you've made a mess of your room
and then at breakfast i was quick to spit my critical views
"you didn't chew", "stop sipping your juice!", i was wickedly cruel
but you forgave me; as i'm out the door racing for work
you said "goodbye daddy!" but I replied with "Straightened ur shirt"
When afternoon came around, i'd continue this trend
as i spot you in the playground with a group of your friends
your shoes were rended, so i began my hurtful jeer
humiliating you, my only son, right in front of ur peers
"Shoes are expensive, you hear!!" I would scream and holler
"you would know that too... if it was you reaping for dollars!!!"
Imagined that, FROM A FATHER...to his six YEAR OLD boy,
who's innocence wasn't into "cents"...just the "simplest joy..."
....but it was this evening that my sole reasoning faltered...
Do you remember, later, as i was reading my book and i spied..
you at the door...with a sort of hurt look in ur eyes?
"What do you want?" i snapped, angered by your abrupt interruption...
yet, you said nothing, but ran in one tempestuous plunge
threw your arms around my neck as to protect me from harm
your tiny arms tightening.....with the affection of God
then you were gone to bed leaving only my thoughts to run
and shortly afterward, it dawned me....GOD, WHAT HAVE I DONE??!!
For years, i've only pointed out, in u, the flaws that i see
ignoring the qualities that had made you...a quality being
now i'm ashame, see, you were my seed, my only begotten
the apple of my eye, but yet, i see you as rotten!
I didn't make your life a picnic, looking back over the years..
i didn't just rain on ur parades...dammit...I stormed out of there!!
it's loud and clear, i was selfish with not a heart towards you!
I made you tripped and cried cause i made you walked in my shoes
to follow my footsteps. i've asked too much of you, son...it pains me
as i watch you sleep, i realize...my god, ur only a baby
yesterday you were in your mother's arm, with ur head on her shoulder;
you were upset because you lost one of your small plastic soldier....
....You're still only a baby.....
........i've asked too much of you....
But nothing matters tonight, except a vow to make it all better
tomorrow, when you cry i'll cry with you, we'll face it together
And i promise from this day forward my goal's to see you happy
i will be more than just ur father, tomorrow....i'm gonna be ur daddy...
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Chin Kwon - Ace The Prophet