When all is said and done

I think my motives were pure.

I did it for you didn't I?

To keep you safe and to keep you here.

 

Months and years past,

and here you remained.

Cut of from that part I could never fulfil

He hated me of that I am sure.

 

In passing I ceased to care

my burning focus to keep you safe.

I wonder still what it cost,

your protection?

 

Is it the price of a childhood lost,

or of memories stolen before they are made?

The answers I guess are held in the future.

When you learn and judge,

and maybe tell me

to go to hell.

How I hope not.