The Pack

Monday, 24 March 2014

Where is Power.

For a heart that beats faster
A heart that lies closer
And the sea that always glowers
There's might, there's power.

For a skilled speed racer
A bright and funny blazer
And a light that grows older
There's hope, there's power

For a beautiful meteor shower
A colorful little flower
And a pretty pretty lover
There's love, there's power.

For the tall King's tower
His favourite Queen's bower
And his soldier's old armour
There's value, there's power.

For the words grow louder
A father more prouder
Destiny's founder
There's will, there's power.

When people stoop lower
And you can't pick a weapon
You let go and forgive
There is Power.

Bless my Father's Soul

You say you are a grown up man
Yet you cry like a child
You, running here and there
And your memories running wild.
You recall your first step
When you first learnt to walk.
Triumphantly sitting on his lap
When you first learnt to talk.
Your first word was Daddy.
Now you know a lot other words.
And that is what the problem is.
You both are now in different worlds.

You say you are a grown up man
Yet you cry like a child.
You, running here and there
And your memories running wild.
You hear his voice now
In flowers that grow by that pond
Memories of you and him
A fatherly bond.
Your first friend was Daddy
Now you know a lot other friends
And that is what the problem is.
This isn't how it should end.

You say you are a grown up man
Yet you cry like a child.
You've learned how to let things go
How to embrace pain with smile.
Beneath all the layers of years
You're still that little boy
Who yearns for his father's touch
An exquisite kick of joy.
Your first fight was with Daddy.
Now you fight a lot
And that is what the problem is.
You loved him more than 'a lot'.

You say you are a grown up man
You try hard not to cry.
You do everything to fight back the tears
But they somehow show up in your eyes

You say you are a grown up man
All big and tall
But every time someone mentions him
You lose your grip and fall

You say you are a grown up man
Yet you cry like a child.
You, running here and there.
With your imagination running wild.