Please Forgive Me
As I get older
It's become easier to see
The pain of my youth,
My childhood,
Was because of me.
The lies I was told
The hurt I received
Was something in the past
I chose to believe.
The closer I get
To that reality
The more I see the
Importance of fantasy.
Of magic that's believed in
Though there are those
That can't see.
This is now
what's important to me.
But the path is not smooth,
Nor was it ever meant to be
Because on a smooth paved surface
There can be nothing of beauty.
No flower can bloom
There is no room
For me to grow.
This I now know.
So, I'm sorry
I didn't believe
In all you could achieve.
If only I would let go.
I'm sorry I let the fear
Live so near.
That I slowly became
My own foe.
I'm sorry I didn't
Hold you when you cried
When those others lied
About you.
I'm sorry I didn't set you free
So, you be
Living the fantasy.
I'm sorry.
But perhaps,
Just perhaps
You can find it in your heart
To forgive me.
A second chance
To believe
A second chance
To achieve
All that is inside
To live the fantasy.
I am
Truly
Sorry.
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