A fathers child

Djeek mareckh

He wakes up every morning with a storm in his chest,

Tryna breathe through the weight sittin’ hard on his breath.

Used to hear tiny footsteps runnin’ into his arms,

Now it’s silence in the hall where he once felt their charm.

Mama shut the doors tight, locked him out of their world,

Turned his sons into shadows and his daughter a pearl

He can’t touch, can’t see, though he loves ’em the same—

He’s a father on a mission with a fire in his veins.

Paperwork and cold judges never look in his eyes,

Never feel the broken truth hidden under his cries.

But he pushes, never quits, even lost in the fight,

’Cause a father’s greatest battle is to bring back the light.

“Mes enfants, je vous aime, je vous attends,

Dans mes rêves, je vous serre tout le temps.

Un jour bientôt, je vous prendrai vivant,

Je me bats pour nous, pour chaque moment.”

He remembers every bedtime, every story he read,

Every kiss on their forehead, every hand on his head.

Now the nights feel colder than the words she threw,

But he holds on tight, ’cause his love stays true.

He’s walkin’ through fire just to clear out the path,

Turnin’ heartbreak to courage, turnin’ pain into wrath.

And he whispers to their pictures every night before sleep,

“I’ll be stronger tomorrow, ‘cause my promise runs deep.”

He ain’t fightin’ out of anger, he ain’t fightin’ for pride,

He’s fightin’ for the kids who once ran to his side.

For the laughter he lost and the hugs he still needs,

He’s a father planting hope, waterin’ it through the bleed.

“Mes enfants, je vous cherche dans la nuit,

Votre absence me brise, mais je tiens, je vous le dis.

Je me bats encore, je n’ai jamais fui,

Un jour prochain, vous reviendrez ici.”

Every letter he writes gets returned to his hand,

Like the world keeps reminding him of what he can’t stand.

But he rises from the ashes of the days he was torn,

’Cause a father without children feels a heart half-born.

Still he marches through the battles with a steadying flame,

Knowing someday they’ll whisper that they still know his name.

And the day they come runnin’, he’ll be down on his knees,

Catching tears made of joy fallin’ soft in the breeze.

He’ll rebuild every moment that the darkness stole,

Piece by piece, breath by breath, stitching back every soul.

And he’ll hold them so close, like the world froze in time—

A reunion written deep like a prophecy in rhyme.

“Mes enfants, je suis là, même loin,

Chaque battement de cœur vous appartient.

Le destin nous ramène au même chemin,

Et je vous aimerai plus que jamais demain.”

“Mes enfants, écoutez mon appel,

Mon amour pour vous est éternel.

Un jour la vie sera plus belle,

On sera ensemble, c’est essentiel.”

Mes enfants, écoutez mon appel,

Mon amour pour vous est éternel.

Un jour la vie sera plus belle,

On sera ensemble, c’est essentiel.”

Mes enfants, écoutez mon appel,

Mon amour pour vous est éternel.

Un jour la vie sera plus belle,

On sera ensemble, c’est essentiel.”