To My Father In HIs Eternal Crib

I have many things to say, but I dont know how to utter those. You know, I am a kind of big imbecile when it comes to express my feeling. But now, I have short lines to say: For you, yes you.

The hardest thing is not leaving
But standing here while pretending
As if nothing had changed
And I talked to you not your grave

The pain is not yours, but mine
As well as every remorse
For every good things I couldnt say
For every good deeds I couldnt pay