Fathers...

We lose the fathers that care,

We gain the fathers that bare,

Baring an immoral compass, 

Baring a broken soul...

In a world filled with everything,

Where everything is nothing,
I travel...

On a broken brick road,

To an abyss of loneliness,

My heart...

Filled with empty precautions...

My mind...

Knowing only broken promises...

Lord...

Oh God..

How I ask for your guidance....
For an angel...
For direction...

In this world where I am lost,

Lost with no perception,
Of what's suppose to be...

Prone to only this deception...

But on this ship I sail,

Sail through every test,
&

Every storm,

Through darkened weather...
&
Angry shores...

Midst this hardship,
Every wish is precious...

To my soul,
To my being,
A soul that will only grow strong...

With time....

You maybe my history,

In life...

You may pretend to be my company,

But I will never be your legacy,

For I will never live your lie...
Or any lie...

By Yoshith Perera