I Cling To My Father’s Arms

I Cling To My Father’s Arms

Date:2004(?)

When I was still a child,

I use to cling to my father’s arms.

He lifted me up high,

High enough to touch the skies.

I cling to my father’s arms,

Raised me up on his shoulders,

To feel the warmth of the summer sun;

And to kiss the winter clouds.

But now I dream once more to be young.

For him to carry me on:

I want to cling to my father’s arms.

He hold me not…but his wine.

I used to cling to my father’s arms.

But in his arms I saw not just the wine.

I may not believe in God the unseen.

But I do still believe in the curse of sin.