gently upon my chest.
The trees shall dance
with this life you produce
To only shield you,
from this world of discord
I hold you behind these doors,
to not let you see out.
And as you shake your head
your hair shall part the ocean,
To a bitter knowledge of life
For what it is to be
This ocean of knowledge
Is what I pass to you.
Sadden you it may,
but this is what I see
Though your tears may soak,
forever stained is my heart.
With this sorrow of man
your eyes shall peer into
I am your home,
your guidance though dark.
The one who shall teach,
what I am to be taught.
I be your guide
thought times of lost.
Your Shepherd of life,
you my beautiful lamb.
Shall my days come to a end,
no longer can I hold you back.
For this is the will as a father,
forever you shall be my lamb.
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