A Nightmare
A father who creates the way,
A daughter to follow
A mother who reminds her,
to keep moving and go.
Mistakes have been done,
the daughter didn't know.
A mother to remind what to take
to her daughters graveful mistakes.
The daughter's tearful eyes slept
Hearing the mother's words
Sad words were carried
Into the world she had dreamt.
She fell dreaming,
vivid pictures of a man working.
The daughter saw the father
still making her a way
with the sweetest sacrifice
not minding what others say
What can I do father?
she shouted at a distance
I lost your way,
I lost your chance.
At far the father didn't know.
when he looked back,
no one followed.
with tears in his eyes he stopped.
"No sense" he said
no more reason I lived
he fell on the ground
looking at what he achieved
along wide road he had made
but with no daughter following
he found no reason leading.
She saw this and wept,
to all chances she slipped.
she could only tear,
for what her father could not hear
a second chance she prays to take
until her soul was
once again awaked.
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