On a black and stormy morning, I was born…
Cursed to wonder through this bewildering place called Life
Wondering about why I am here, and what I must do
To escape this infernal torture.
Am I here for a reason?
Or am I just here to fight?
I know not which it is to be…
Not as of yet…
As of now, the Present, I understand…
I understand that which has been demanded of me,
To protect the life to which I have given the seed
The precious wonder of a child
Who is graced by the Forgiveness of the mother,
And the Selfishness of the father…
I will do the best I am able
For that is, again, why I am here…
I always knew that the Future is undeterminable…
I know not which lies ahead, neither the terrors nor the pleasures
But I am ok with that
For I know that the goal of this place
This…entity called Life
Is to do the best that you can,
To do what is needed to survive,
And to Love.
I have found love in my daughter,
The one I have sworn upon all the Saints of Heaven
To protect and nurture.
I love you, Miley…
You will always be safe
Regardless of what must be done…