It could be there but it will never come, the day of acknowledgement for what went on.
I\'ve sat, I\'ve walked, had a good cry and plenty of talks
Yet never with the two soul that were ment to be in control.
To the scared little boy on top of the stairs, hoping none of this energy comes near.
To the teenager then wrapped up in rage, unable to confront or turn a page
Now as an adult undertaking methods to engage
For everything that happened may of made me this way
Still undoing what nature never planned in the first place
The need for acknowledgement and an over-controlling man
Having to learn to breathe through all my emotions again, or my whole body will eventually go bang.
This is something I can\'t rush or even try to crush. It\'s between every moment that can never be touched.
To know the sacred feeling of enough is enough, when using the greatest muscle to keep the blood flushed
The spirit in my heart may never forgive but its needs to love, so I write from the soul to never give this up.
Good bye to reality of it happening to us!