Prisoners of Love

Alone he cries himself to sleep
His heart is torn his pain runs deep.
"You have the gift" the viewers cry
to bring the story line alive
to be a star upon the stage
Your latest play the latest rage

His father does not approve
"A doctor, not an actor, you'll be
so I can be proud of you, my son
I've planned it all, I've just begun
You have opportunity I never had
Don't disappoint, don't make me mad".

It hurts him so to make the choice
To obey his father, or to raise his voice
The struggle within destroys his will
His father wins - His bitter pill.

To the stage he knows he'll never return
But to be a doctor in hell he'll burn
And so begins his final night
His final play, His final fight.

"Why Dad Why?" he cries inside
Could you've not loved me for being me
And not the one you want to be.

To give up acting, a pain too great.
To speak against his father is hate.
So "Dad you win, an actor I won't be;
But neither a doctor ‑ Please forgive me""

Downstairs he walks his final steps
A gun in a desk, his final help.
The gun to his head, the trigger he pulled.
His father's "love" he would never see full.

What is this "love" that imprisons the dream
that make the child's heart to scream
Surely the ONE who reigns above
Does not make HIS children
Prisoners of "love".

- inspired by a tagic scene in "Dead Poet's Society"