The Cancer That Is Fear

The group around me laughed as the tears welled up and fell
Like some bullied little girl with no womb, frills or lace
She scratches with her nails but the male pride holds her down
Convinced this world should never have to see her face

Poetic and romantic, the fantasies she holds precious
Come true for her sometimes but rarely do they last for long
Vulnerable and fragile, beautiful and strange
Caught the eges of your sight but then was gone again

Always been a failure in my father’s eyes
Always been a failure in my father’s eyes
Always been a failure in my father’s eyes
And now I’m becoming a failure in my own

She peered round the barriers and showed herself to my best friend
Faltering uneasy steps, blushing and shy
Still hidden in the shadows, she raised her voice to softly sing
Sometimes she fleetingly is heard and then she’s gone

Always been a failure in my father’s eyes
Always been a failure in my father’s eyes
Always been a failure in my father’s eyes
And now I’ve become a failure in my own

She indeed is part of me, part of my love and mind
She’s free now but she dare not laugh, she’s so unsure of what’s to come
Waiting cautiously she hides resigned to the uncertainty
She could die unloved, unknown, or then again she could run free

I wish I could fulfil my father’s dreams
Wish I could fulfil my father’s dreams
Wish I could fulfil my father’s dreams
But I’ll settle for fulfilling my own