A Song To Father

Here you are, thou pain doth spread
     over your heart, without drink or bread

Ever the forgotten, you have made me.
   do you know, the shadow I’ll be?

Let me go, release me from this game:
   forget and forgive, says the virgin dame

Prithee to your heart, please just say truth
  you never cared ‘bout your babe, show
  proof

Mirth and joy, these things you give not;
   i stand and i fall, but i give what i’ve got

Ever the day, ever the night.
  how can you understand my plight?