father o mine
i hope he is not so cruel
to me when i die as he
has been to me while i live
this father of mine he of
divine flesh and bone
i hope that i can lay
my soul to rest in
a gentle flower field
or amongst star strewn
navy night skies
i hope when judgment comes
that he will look down upon
me and say that i did good
and that he’s proud of me
and i hope most of all,
i hope that one day
the thought of living will
be much easier than the
thought of letting go













