Far out of reach, beyond any touch,
Your life's so edged, I fear so much.
However have you brewed
to perfect your dream
Things get tough and
roughens, it seems.
Here, I bleed, what can I do?
Expensive deed
and love surrounds you.
Hearing it from him
and knowing it through her,
Is this the life, that you so devoured?
No days of yours shine
in the life of sparkles.
Smiling, yet, along wearing the shackles.
They'll take you high, ride you higher.
Beyond my sight, above my bower.
But I say to you, dearest father,
Go you may hither
and be you at thither,
There won't be a 'Me' you'll find another.

© S. A. Marshal 30.06.2017