The Father

I'm lost in the jungle and I don't know how I got here.
There is a tree in the distance.
The tree won't move and I have no tools to cut it down to make a fire.
All I can remember, is one word from the father.
That one word, led me on this lonely journey.




I too, am delicate in thought.
I too, must overcome the power of circumstance.
In this lonely jungle, where I stand is my home.




No one is around to help me or teach me how to survive.
Father, will you come looking for me?
Will my cheer as a child give you the strength to come looking for me?
I won't be upset if you leave me here, or don't find me.
All I can do, is try to find a pathway out.
All I can remember, is one word from the father.
That one word, led me on this lonely journey.




I too, am delicate in thought.
I too, must overcome the power of circumstance.
In this lonely jungle, where I stand is my home.




The sun is there in the morning as usual and I'm tired of trying to find a pathway out.
I will sit under this tree and wait.
I then hear a voice from afar.
The image of the father has found me.
I wasn't alone after all;
The father was always there.
The look on his face as we searched for a pathway home was enough to show me that he cared.