Father, Deeply sleeping, unaware of his fate, it was not his fault he woke too late. There was not a thing that he could do, no blame to cast for his love was true. A perfect young love story frequently told now misses the ending of together growing old. With a broken heart, he carries the weight as each day he wakes and knows it's too late. And so each morning I check he's ok, and he holds himself up and gets through the day. And I feel so helpless because I always can see that he loved, and still loves, her much more than me. She was his only, his first soul mate, I should have done more and now it's too late. His fragile heart I cannot mend, the feeling that will never end. He doesn't know I feel it too. the loss of someone who loves you.