Dear Father (1995)

In dreams, I'm driving along endless roads Of mangled red flesh and dry, sterile bone. Driving along as the body decays: O there is nothing left for me to say. I regret the things I should have said. I regret the things I could have been In your eyes; just for you dear father This is the cross that I have to bear. Nightmares collide with cold reality. Feelings I thought, had long since died, now seem To flood back in waves of grief. How can we Resolve the immense weight of the past. These Intense, vivid dreams cannot help us move Ahead, when one step forward is the truth: That's all we've ever known. Life is precious, Yet broken hearts are hand to mend in time. I regret the things I should have said. I regret the things I could have been In your eyes; just for you dear father This is the cross that I have to bear.,