It's Not That Simple
As the light begins to spread across the earth you sit there motionless.
It is all my fault, I should have told you but I was too afraid.
Now I see I was wrong, and now I don't know if you'll ever speak again.
You were traumatized, and it was because I never took the time to explain.
I saw you lying there, they said you woke up once screaming…
"That wasn't the Father, No… It wasn't Father!" you screamed.
Forgive this old being, for I thought it would never happen.
I am so naïve for one my age, Miss Caterena knows I act this way.
The reason I was afraid was because I didn't want to know how you'd react.
When you screamed that word at me, I felt myself freeze.
In that moment I could feel my heart stop, it pleaded me to explain.
I was foolish, I had forgotten my appearance and tried to explain.
Although I would have said the same thing given your situation I just wished…
I wished you could understand, understand why I neglected to tell you.
Could you ever look past that thing to what I was trying to say?
Could it ever really become like a simple misunderstanding?
No, because as I first feared it really it isn't that simple.