We never dared to speak the love we shared,
We never thought about the angry heart.
What could we share if only we had dared
To love, a gift of love we could impart?
We saw so little on the stage of life,
That we together could agree was right.
We could only descend into that strife
Of sight of train which was oncoming light.
Dad went to Vietnam, I think it made
Him angry at someone, I was the one,
That anger he conceived, was onto laid,
I had no means to be the goodly son.
I, haunted in my dreams for special love
I could not have, could never learn to love.
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