The pain that I once felt was unbearable...
The memories of the time still linger in my...
And it goes a little something like this.
Dad I like girls...
Note: (based on a book in which a women is having...
Because a moth, stuttering in and out...
We were raised by your many hands
To hold and guide us all...
Child are you grieving
To words she is leaving...
After school hours, sleepily
Looking down from the window sill...
Listen, do listen
The muse in the air...
The times we had and stories that we shared,
when I did almost drown in waters deep...
I looked at a picture of us when we were young.
I was 7 and you were 5...
Coming home, here,
breaks through every layer of brick...
To be called a dad
holds such a magical sound...
Burn me once, shame on you.
Burn me twice, shame on me...