How much longer must I be, I am? <br />How much longer sleeping in the open? <br />And Father why I am. <br /> <br />I am you, I am he, to you I am she. <br />To blind to see tears, raining down <br />and much I am to one and much. <br /> <br />I am waiting, looking up forever up <br />into the blinding white pure light. <br /> <br />Some can not speak the truth of you. <br />Distortions of the fading night, <br />I am the darkness some have <br />never left behind you, yet I am. <br /> <br />I am here. <br />Sometimes I am there, <br />where none but I can always be. <br />Yet with you how could I? <br />And I am always where? <br /> <br />Of you and why I am. <br />And you are by me thus. <br />A flower never picked. <br />Even though I am for you, <br />What I see forever see. <br /> <br />I am with you and when you'r sleeping. <br />And with you still I am.<br /><br />Is It Poetry<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/abba-father-3/
