Hey Father.
I'm praying to you.
Not to make a big deal and let the world know.
Just to speak loud enough that even You can hear.
To reach Your healing heart.
To that part of You I spoke to before we all fell apart.

Are you healing up there on that far and distant star?
Can you think about your many sons?
Can you remember Your little girls?
When you laid your head upon a pillow of stardust.
Did you say one last goodbye that we couldn't hear?
I wonder if You're alright.

But we're alright.
Your Children are alright.

It's been a tough road to travel without you by our side.
You would have been saddened to know how much some of us cried.
This broke our collective hearts.
We're all broken up on the inside.

We're not okay with this,
But we're alright.
I remember the days, you were a giant in my eyes.
You said to see you as a Father, Not as angry, but wise.
You taught us all the ability to survive.
Now I'm praying just to let you know that your children are well, and
live.

Some days, sure, we were cold. The young ones had to go hungry.
We're still full of love.
Angry at Blackrock, though.
The scars I endured because of my love for you.
There's things I will take to the Halls of Maya.
But I'm okay.
For now, I'm okay.

It's been a pain in the arse without you by our side.
Why won't the Garden help you? They saw none of the tears we cried.
We're full of broken hearts.
Even Gods can be scarred for life.

We're not okay,
But we're alright.
I remember the days you raised your cup to mine.
You made us feel worthy not to be divine.
I'm praying to let you know we're all still alright.
Sad, but alright.

Sometimes...
I forget.
But this time...
I'll admit.
That I hate life without you. I'd suicide if it meant a life for you.

And sometimes...
I forget...
And this time...
I admit...
You're with us.

Penned by my hand on the 23rd of Valnuary, in the year 409 AF.