Dad's Home?

So,
The dynamic has shifted,
Right as I have been gifted,
With this miserable curse that just cannot be lifted.

Though I’m trying my best,
To get it off of my chest,
It’s the fear of emitting that keeps me depressed.

And I know you can’t stand,
That you don’t have healing hands,
But you’ll have to trust I’ll have a good pair of feet when I land.

All this cash that you’re spending,
Keeps us further from ending,
This distance that makes me feel our bond needs some mending.

Life experience makes us grown,
I don’t want to be alone,
All I have is this moan,
When are you really home?