My bedtime story of depression and dread

Wherein failed fathers from generations past

Haunt my dreams and reality until I'm dead.

Will I fatally succumb or self-willedly outlast?

I ask myself this timeless question

At every waking moment.

Living with headstrong conviction.

Purge my soul of torment.

I will survive to end this injustice

That plagues my lineage,

Because I loved and lost for us

- My beloved children freed from this hereditary cage.