What songs will he sing?
I sing him my songs, the songs my mother sang.
This is the refrain that has authored me.
The composition writes itself out
from the hands of a flawed house.
It leads and drags in thematic dissonance,
With Unhinged stoicism.
An earnestly contrived guiding hand,
affectionately detached.
Ballad of the father that I am.
A caesura filling with love.
A nocturne of what I need to be better than.
I sing the songs my mother sang.
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