Oh how long it must be now
The peaceful resistance of life,
Where dust is dust
And men are mice.
You raised us
But many have fallen
Who to blame,
God the father
Or my father God?
Your power extends beyond my eyes
Your knowledge is plentiful
Droughts when you reach,
For one day I will know more than you
But only in the eyes of my sons.
I imagine that your kind fought in heaven,
For the children you receive,
Have you won and received?
When lightening strikes I imagine you cringe
At the memory of life on the battle field
Where the sun was hot and your son was missing.
Blessed art tho
Damned am I,
For I am no father
Like a father of mine.