My father, he loves her, I know he does.
But he broke her heart
Before any man could.
Out of pain, out of sorrow, he lashed out in anger
The tears on her face
Etched scars onto her heart.
His own pain blinding him from hers
When the tears dried it was all gone.
But the wounds
Were still bleeding.
Years have passed, wounds opened anew
Lips have sworn
The kiss of a sorry
Tears in his eyes
Now forget all this, hush-hush, leave it alone.
You must forgive.
He is trying, he is kind, at peace once again.
Smiles, hugs, love where anger once flickered
No more pain for him
But while he is at peace, she is in sorrow
The scars have deepened, the heart toughened.
She is trying, trying trying!
My father, he loves me. I know he does.
His daughter, she loves him.
But can she forgive?