He lost his power in legal battles
Becoming weak and old before his time
When he speaks to me his voice it rattles
Through grates inside my head that conjure rhyme.
I want to speak to him about some things
But, as I try the words, the question fails
I want to ask why life runs round in rings
And often we search circles for our tails.
I'd like a moment's peace and quiet with you
My father who died many years ago
Because a love had broke your heart in two
And now there's nothing left of it to show.
Oh father can you hear me as I talk,
And are you here beside me as I walk?
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