My Father’s Home

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There is pain in the home upstairs

It echoes, it blares

During nights, we clench our ears

Pretending we do not hear

These people, we do not care

Raise the volume, not to hear disputing mother

Change the scene, can not bear crying daughter

Or let’s have a listen?!, disrespect, sex and infidelity

Make these concrete walls fatherless and cruddy

The anger and bitterness crescendo

As our interests begins to plateau

Silently, a child’s light fades low

Hold fast to the confession of hope

There is promise in my Father’s home

Many rooms does my Father’s home holds

A dinner feast awaits generations foretold

These walls won’t ring deafing shame or bitter remarks

A new family yearns for joy to spark

Oh, there is peace to arrive in my Father’s home

Lay down your burdens, to be accepted for who you are