I tried to love you with every fiber of my being On the inside it seemed to hurt you, From all his lies and deceiving Maybe one day, you & I can work through, how to compromise these irrational feelings When Sundays occured weekly The Good Book you would look to, I would prove contidicting scriptures, Lacking logical thinking I will never forget that Monday, after 50 years of religious literature you suddenly stopped believing Your faith survived the coldest times,  In 85', Your child died, A baby brother born, but wasn't breathing You overcame the divorce, married to a mastermind Of manipulation and cheating Here the problem lies, the source, it wasn't I that you saw, It was him every time you were seeing Years, bottling the anger like wine, of course By the time I was nine, in me, You would never be able to unsee him But this is life, it's ours, It's not a want to fill the void It is something I'm needing