Daddy

Being in my fourties
I have not yet met the sky.
Daddy, oh Daddy,
Could you teach me to fly?

With my diverging desires
I tried to cope in vain.
Daddy, oh Daddy,
Will you frame me again?

Like a shyer in harness
I am tied to your lead
Daddy, oh Daddy
kneeling down at your feet.

I was proud up to falseness
Now I'm paying my toll
Daddy, oh Daddy,
thou hast mastered my soul.