My Father's House

In my voice, in my smile,
In the eyes of my eldest child,
You appear every year in my life.

In a dream, I have now,
Standing still in my father's house,
And I try another time to walk away.

I learned that music and laughter,
From the child that you hid in your eyes,
And it's his song that I sing,
Now who will sing for me?

All my life, no voice inside,
has whispered, "set me free",
All this time, has it been, you or me.