And as he stood before the shower
tried to capture the water in his hands
but it all ran through in the end
He washes his feet
washes the mud away.
And I used to blame the father of her becomings
I understand the father now
there are no second chances
and I think that in time
that she will know
And perhaps, forgive him.
I see myself in him,
and I think you see him in me
I hope that one day you shall understand,
and forgive, and forget.
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