A Nighttime Lullaby

When I was young,
night crept at my bed,
I'd lie awake,
only to hear your muffled sobs.
Doe-eyed I'd uneasily rest,
Daddy, Daddy,
It's not my fault,
I've tried my best.

Maybe that's the reason,
you always looked so tired.
When you looked at me,
I knew, Daddy, I knew.
Your igorrant and stubborn heckling,
Daddy, Daddy,
It's not his fault,
He doesn't mean a thing.

Presistance and pleading,
Gave me the mop in my hand.
Tiny fingers clasped around the handle,
working for hours.
The bruise on my arm,
shows your dissatisfaction.
Daddy, Daddy,
It's not my fault,
I've tried my best.

Older I grow,
the closer the shadow creeps.
My hands still quiver, and my eyes are weak,
I've grown old of trying to make you love me.
Becoming the border of a cold heart.
Father, Father,
please listen to me,
don't let my flaws -tear us apart.

Still age pulls at my skin,
I resort soyoung.
As I lie in my bed,
watching the night,
creep through the window.
The clockwork to my lullaby,
I've come to recognize,
your steadymuffled cries.
As pain falls from the shadows,
Daddy, Daddy,
It's all my fault,
I never meant to hurt your so.