A Father’s Cry


I stand alone in hollow halls,
Echoes loud of courtroom calls.
My heart is torn, my soul is weak,
Yet for my child, I stand and speak.

Not for revenge, nor for my pride,
But for the love I hold inside.
A love so pure, yet cast away,
As laws decide who gets to stay.

I fight for hugs, for hands to hold,
For bedtime tales, for days of gold.
Yet ink and paper bar my way,
As love is weighed in what they say.

I watch from far as time slips by,
A silent tear, a father’s cry.
Birthdays pass, unwrapped, unseen,
Stolen moments, shattered dreams.

Do they not see, do they not feel,
A father’s love is just as real?
Not just a visitor, not just a name,
A heart still burns within the flame.

And though the walls may stand so tall,
Though I may stumble, though I may fall,
One truth remains, as strong as stone—
My child, my love, you're not alone.

For every battle, every tear,
I fight today, I’ll fight each year.
No court, no law, no force can sever,
A father’s love—it lasts forever.

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