I used to see him seated there
In his bedroom chair at prayer.
Daddy, shouldn't you kneel?
But he would shake his head.
The Lord knows I work hard the livelong day.
He doesn't mind that I rest when I pray.
Now in eerie, greenish light
I see him again.
Daddy, you're back!
His smile is sad
His face is gray.
Yes, I'm back, but I'm very weary.
I don't belong here anymore.
I cannot stay.
Then, aware, I awake,
And despite my pain,
I know that now it's time
To get on with my life again.