Sins Of My Father

No matter how wrong it was

He thought it was right

I accept the sins of my father. 

I’ve seen the love letters a married man wrote to his second wife

I’ve seen a man with undiagnosed mental disorders in life 

I’ve been the victim of my fathers love and illness

Yet here I stand.   To tell the tale.   Will anyone believe it. 

If I was aware of it then like I am now

I’d say it to his face.   But his self was erased.

No matter how wrong it was

He thought it was right

I accept the sins of my father. 

It’s easy to count his transgressions towards what should be holiness.  

I spent my youth hating him, being born too late, knowing too much. 

Despite it all I love him, he’s all I ever knew 

His adultery,  psychosis, could you even accept these facts 

I was too young then to understand it back then 

I could scream how unfair it is but no one cares. 

No matter how wrong it was

He thought it was right

I accept the sins of my father. 

Because I am a sin of my father

A blessing to my mother

Sunshine to a family 

With a dying member.

I was born in the worst of times it made no sense 

And despite it all we’re all better off for it. 

No matter how wrong it was

He thought it was right

I accept the sins of my father.