More than real

In the moment I first gazed upon my bonny lass

Through a tangle of wires, tubing, sticking tape and fibre glass

I swore on her little life I'd change my woeful ways

Such a golden promise I'd break over and over again

But the painful truth eventually caught up with me

I'd somehow become exactly who I'd prayed I'd never be

And the worst part of it was how plainly I could see

Distant past repeating how my own dad was with me

It ends right here

How do I begin to heal

Wounds forever concealed?

Words are mere echoes of the world

What I need is more than real

I was in my jammies watering the lettuces

And the garlic when I suddenly came over nauseous

I knew something had happened, then of course I got the call

From Louise to tell me Dad's been taken into hospital

Through the bleeping gloom I gaze upon him lying there

Take a sponge, wet his lips, stroke his cheek and gently comb his hair

I don't know if he can hear us but I think he can

I whisper, "I love you", yes, I'm sure he squeezed my hand

We're all right here, Dad

Now do we begin to heal

Wounds forever revealed

Words are the foundations of the world

What we've made is more than real