“A note to my father”
“In the solitude of the cabin I wrote a song;
Thousands of feet above the earth I wrote him a song.
A song of love and pain, of betrayal and rejection,
Thousands of feet above the earth I wrote him a song.
A song for my father.
He loves me but can’t say it.
Saying it means he is less than a man
He is proud of me but can’t say
Saying it means he is a weakling
He wants to hold me and cry but
Doing that will question his manhood.
I know because in his eyes, my father wrote a song
It was a song by my father.
Thousands of feet above the earth, in a cabin confined
I remember my father
The time we had, the love we could have shared
The memory we had
The pain we could have known
Thousands of feet above the earth and thousand of miles apart
Seven seasons have gone
His voice on the phone frail and fragile
He told me he loves me
He told me he is proud of me
He told me many things with a cracked voice and a weeping sound
My father sang me the song he wrote whilst he loved me still
He wrote me the song and sang them to me
Though I was thousands of feet above the earth and locked up in a cabin
Though he was thousands of miles away and confined to a bed.
My father wrote me a song
He sang the song of his happiness,
A song of his pride
A song of his love
A song of his pain
A song is his anguish
Thousands of mile away, over the telephone
My father sang me the song he wrote to me.
Courtney Aspen New Voices Maxim Eristavi Heather Nann Holly Kearl Katerina Biliouri
