Father Ferapont

I can’t be what you want me to be
Patriarch of the family tree
I can’t see what you want me to see
Stuck with these thoughts I’ve held since birth
Stung by sentiment and a poor choice of words
Written in the form of sung verse
And I can’t rehearse
When I’m whispering the words
To the songs that unite us
And the songs that destruct
Ten years down the road
What do you see?
Some old reservoir dried up and cleaned
I won’t let that happen to me
Remember when we, we were kings?
For that one night before the scene
Squeezed out all that was left to squeeze
No, I can’t reverse
When I’ve written the words
To the songs that unite us
And the ones that destruct