I was a stranger to you, I resembled you.
Avoided you but seeked you too.
I thought you're coward, I thought you're brave.
Admired you - cursed you sometimes.
I owe you a lot,
But I just did not like to admit it.
We dreaded to touch each other,
Because tenderness was a taboo.
What does it make so hard
To look at each other,
To understand each other?
Why does this silence remain
Between father and son?
I asked you so many questions
And I often didn't accept the answer.
Disappointing you was painful,
But I didn't want to be like you.
When I asked you to listen
I felt like being in court.
I wanted to explain so much to you
And didn't find the words so many times.
What does it make so hard...
In many moments
So close as two friends.
My inner child
Calls for you and says yes,
Sais yes...
Why does a silence remain
Between father and son