A/N: Hope you like this. As usual, I made this in school coz I got a little bored. Hope you still like it even if it's a little dull. Thanks a lot for reading.
His little hands were soft, small, and very warm.
His smile had never felt sadness or harm.
As I let his tiny hand go, I want my son to know
That I love him, I love my son. But this is something just have to be done.
I heard him cry as I walked further and further away.
The pain he had seemed to feel inside never left me until today.
I know this is some dumb fate, that my son would learn to hate.
But what really got to me, is that I left my family.
In the middle of the war, a letter was sent to me.
It wrote a lot of bad things that had happened about Kenji.
He left his mother crying on the floor, and walked emotionless out of the door.
How much pain did I do to him that day? That he made his mother feel the same way!
What if I never left my son and his mother?
What will happen if I never left home and become a real father?
Would my son be as he is? Or would be be better than this at least?
I can blame no one but my own, because this is my fault alone.
I am dying with my dreaded disease. I am an old man.
I would teach my son everything I know. If only, oh if only I can.
But first I would teach him a lesson about pain, so he would never treat his mothetr like that again.
I love her so much, and also my son. If only I was never gone!
But regretting now isn't going to help.
In my son's heart I'm nothing but the giver of pain that he felt.
As I continue to fight, my motive was gone. My son is the only thing in my mind. The only one.
If only I can whisper my sorry now, and give my son a solemn bow.
My sorry can't do anything more.
Than explaining why I walked out that cursed door.
I can feel my son's cold eyes looking at me as I practiced my little speech of sorry.
I erased the tender smile on his face, and made a terrible nightmare of his days.
All I wish for now is to see him once more like those old days.
When he still had that sparkling smile on his face.
But I'm dreaming a foolish dream. My son would never be like what he seemed.
After this war it's going to be, a father to his son saying sorry.
If only I can go back and see them now, if only I feel I've atoned enough.
Because I know I'm slowly dying as I let out small coughs.
If only I could see my wife and son once more.
Because my last, very last wish in my life, is to cross the dojo's door.
To be alone,is not my wish. I want to feel my wife's sweet embrace.
I at least, want to see my son's face.
At least I want to see my wife and son. Before I suffer, die, be burried, and gone.
The last words to them from me. Is a teary little speech of I'm sorry.
A/N: Well, I hope you liked it...FLAME ME!!! hahahahaha!! :D well, thanks a lot!