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Father's Eyes
by
D. A. Williams
When I look in the mirror
Why do I hate what I see?
Stand face to face with myself
I find my father's eyes looking at me
Those same cold eyes
That I learned to distrust
The ones never there
To see the finest moments
Are now there to haunt me
Now that my life is at its lowest
Am I as frigid as he?
Am I really that cold?
Did my love for life die?
Have I lost my soul?
I cried this morning
My greatest fears realized
'Cause when I looked in the mirror
I saw my father's eyes
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