Treasure Island

Lisa Visor

(05/08/1970 / Aurora, Illinois)

'Am I my fathers keeper? '


He found redemption
danced with the devil
got lost in frustration
from the pain in his heart and
the fear that griped his soul
Am I my father’s keeper

A puff away from reality
Dreams up in smoke
Trading life for a toke
of sin
His new found friend
Am I my father’s keeper

I’m down on my knees
Praying for you
Your soul is on fire
And you don’t know what to do
Am I my father’s keeper

I ask him to take a step toward me
when the road is getting rough
I promise my love will be enough
Am I my father’s keeper

I tell him “you are blessed in courage”
Take this step for me
fight your way back towards reality
Am I my father’s keeper
Am I able to love him enough?

Submitted: Thursday, July 08, 2010

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