I have the will to vest in truth
A memory long carved in stone
A father's neonatal gaze
His daughter's face so much his own
I have the will to deed just once
A testament as old as time
A father's sorrowful regret
His punishment without a crime
I have the will to give at last
An epitaph of bankrupt love
A father's melancholy cry
His wish upon the stars above
I have the will to leave behind
A fatherhood quite rightly dreamed
An old man's final fading hope
His only wish to be redeemed