The time has come for my debate.
Staring at her door I await,
frantic heartbeat draws the old man's fragile shape.
Few minutes pass like hours last,
embrace the phantom of my past.
For twenty years I never saw her face,
my little girl abandoned to her grace.
For my cowardice I left without a trace.
As I lift my trembling hands,
I can feel my spirit hoping
for her to understand.
Finally pound the door, revealing fear and doubt
that struggle through this painful score...
there is no escape.
Staring at her door I await,
frantic heartbeat draws the old man's fragile shape.
Few minutes pass like hours last,
embrace the phantom of my past.
my little girl abandoned to her grace.
For my cowardice I left without a trace.
I can feel my spirit hoping
for her to understand.
Finally pound the door, revealing fear and doubt
that struggle through this painful score...
there is no escape.
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