Daddy, I’m so sorry…

I made you a promise once,
In which I always within enduring waking night hours,
Happen to recall.
In this quite sanctuary silence,
I pray to you above us all.
And in this darken prayer,
That now out of lingering through out all childhood-
Is escaping these long forgotten lips to be spoken,
I tell you now of the many things,
I rather would have done-
Than I myself being bound to a promise that is never to be broken.
I’d rather kiss what seems for me to be-
The sweet lips of treacherous death,
Or maybe unto me the dying gasp and pain-
Of every man by war’s raging, hating escapade,
Their lives spared, mine taken
If this promise was to be forsaken.
I’d rather lose myself entirely,
Among these tears that hide in day but seek night.
They seek these wretched nights,
For they know they are not to be forgotten.
These tear unlike me would rather stay,
As a reminder of things past broken.
Now that I told you of what I’ve needed to say,
I will now give you your promise,
By living through each day.
This retribution is to be repaid,
This promise I’ve spoken of-
From the day you’ve left this earth,
Is to live and let blood flow freely through out these veins.
You took the hit for me, shoving me, taking my place
and as you died you made me take this cursed vow,
This vow I do keep.
For I remember.
Your life to live mine,
This debt is paid.