The promise to myself as a child

I hold it close to my heart,
Where the dreams of mine still lie.
The thoughts of those beyond my grasp,
Who let me go from their lives.

I hold it close to my heart
Shuffling through snowy mounds
Stillness in the air of their long depart
As those who let me go, wish not to be found.

I hold it close to my love.
Sighing, the mindful angel weeps.
The cruel abuse that would never rise above.
Sanguine promise, hold dearly my belief.

I hold it close to my love.
The power and guilt you held over me, then mired,
Dissolve and fall as I answer now with a shrug.
My association with you, father, now long retired.

That I would leave you from my life, forever.
And it was the right choice from your cruel endeavor.