“Dear Father” Dear father, You are like quicksand to my feet Pulling me under in the summer heat Sinking, I drown gasping for air Hoping you will save me but you are not there Dear father, Money is the root of all evil. You wear a mask of greed as you portray the devil All your money will not save you, as there will be a Judgment Day Facing the Lord and your family that you continue to betray Dear father, I hang my head in shame Wanting a change but every day is exactly the same You hold your precious money above us all Better pray it is there to cushion your fall Dear father, I end our story now and place it on a shelf Where it will remain until you better yourself It can collect dust for all I care At least I know I tried with all the burdens I had to bear.