Scared to raise a voice
One father figure
Who already lost one of his own
Traveling in the battle through
Which history could repeat itself
Staring in an empty room
Afraid to move an inch
Without a packed suitcase
Open mouths transform
into strict directions
Causing chaos and distasteful thoughts
Bittersweet chocolate
could never correlate to
a churning provoking guilt
Inflicted memories trump iridescent pain
Promises wrapped around lies
Leaves unfriendly ties
And unsaid goodbyes
Afraid it’ll happen to the other
father didn’t even bother
Too scared to raise a voice
When they’re stands a choice
Being afraid to speak
When in reality it’s being weak
Baby girl at his side
But changing tone might turn the tide
Two packed suitcases are done
It’s too late they’re already gone