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

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