Tugging at my conscience
is the thought I most despair
My failure as a father
hangs quite heavy in the air

Aboard this ship, I sit adrift
unable to change course
That which matters most to me
taken cruelly by force

Chained against the mast
I struggle hard at my restraints
But still, the bonds holdfast
to the barrage of my complaints

Is it better to abandon you?
To subtly or suddenly let go?
To set you free and let you be?
How’s a fool to know?

I answer only to my heart
and the love I feel for you
And even if you don’t feel the same
I have enough for two.