God?
Always telling myself to get through
Because at the end it will all work out
After however many years of hell
After a lifetime of tears and pain
I will make it to somewhere happy
I will make it and I will have a father again
Something I have lacked my whole life
A father who will hold me and tell me
It's all going to be okay
A father who can see me take my first steps
And feels pride
A father to whom I will show my colorings
That he will hang upon his wall
I will spin in the living room
In my prom dress
And he will have tears in his eyes as he calls me his princess
And walks me to the door where she stands
Ready to take me out
I will have the father I always wanted
But never was here
He's waiting for me up there
He who made me, shall then support me
But does God accept the broken?
For that is what I am
Will I step upon heaven's veranda
Only to be told it's too late
Too late to save a shattered soul
Will I be left pounding on the gates of heaven?
Left to those selfsame demons who live in my mind
Forsaken by the hope which I've held
Abandoned by another father
Because I will never be good enough