Lyrics: Rexford Kojo Amoah
Music: Rexford Kojo Amoah
In the shadows of a broken home, a father's heart weep,
Bound by the chains of silence, his sorrow is buried deep.
A tale untold, unheard and misunderstood,
A father's love, misconstrued.
For in this world of whispers and lies,
The father's voice, it slowly dies.
His children's hearts, consumed by rage,
Unaware of the truth, trapped in a cage.
He longs to hold them, to mend the past,
To heal the wounds that time can't outlast.
But the mother's hand, it veils the truth,
Concealing the love, denying the proof.
The father, he fights against the tide,
Invisible walls, no hope to hide.
His tears go unnoticed, his pain unheard,
The children blinded by a one-sided word.
Oh, if they only knew the lengths he went,
To bridge the gap, to circumvent
The obstacles placed in his path,
To feel their touch, to share a laugh.
But time keeps ticking, the days roll on,
The father's spirit, not yet withdrawn.
He holds onto hope, in the face of despair,
A love that lingers, beyond compare.
So let this be a testament, a plea,
To the children lost, please try to see,
The father's side, his untold story,
Aching to be heard, longing for glory.
For in the depths of his shattered dreams,
A father's love, forever beams.
Though unseen, it burns with a fiery glow,
Whispering, "I love you," in a voice so low.
May the day come when understanding blooms,
When the mother's secrets meet their dooms.
And the children, with open hearts, embrace,
The father's side, his love and grace.
For in this tale, there lies a truth,
That love can heal, even in its youth.
And in the silence, may forgiveness start,
To mend the bonds, to heal each heart.