Father - Funeral

Behind an old piano,

Desperately out of tune.

When she played it alone

At christmas

I felt warm and safe

Then…

Even if it sounded morbid

And she would cry

In a room that lay in ruins,

a monument of failure,

reminder of pains,

of tasks embarked upon.

… but lonelt is a man

whose greatest enemy

is himself.

There I cried,

curled up beyond

life and it’s tortures.

Felt thir hut.

Things they had repressed.

«FATHER» My beloved brother.

I wish I could take your tears,

And save your heart from drowning.

Still every now and then.

I wanted to embrace you

Comfort you,

Protect you

And keep you warm.

It was so cold

you were so cold,

and wounerable.

It would not be right.

You are my father.

And besides they are all there

… watching.

Oh if you would lift your hands

only once more

open your eyes…

yell or kick!

I dare you.

Please…

In a room that lay in ruins,

a monument of failure,

reminder of pains,

of tasks embarked upon.

… but lonelt is a man

whose greatest enemy

is himself.