If we forgive our fathers what is left?

Heres another poem I wrote for my English class...the subject was: If we forgive our fathers what is left?

I lie awake at night
listening to the cry of my dying heart
it wants to feel a fathers love
the missing love that tore it apart

my mind is at war
wondering if I should forgive or not!
what my heart wants doesn't matter
my mind is spinning it wont stop!

I'm not the only soul
that lies awake listening to the cry
whose heart and mind are at war
arguing to give forgiveness a try

I found the answer to the question
If we forgive our fathers what is left?
the wars would stop, souls would fly free
our dying hearts could take their breaths.