As I Lay In Bed and Think At Night

As I lay in bed and think at night
I begin to wonder if my father will ever shine his light
The pain inside is like a roaring lion
Running through an open pasture on a sunny day.

As I lay in bed and think at night
The pain inside rises like the high mountains.
Swirling, twisting through the sky
Like a tornado on a rampage.

As I lay in bed and think at night
I begin to wonder where my father is.
Is he in the heavenly sky?
Or in the depths of burning hell?

As I lay in bed and think at night
The childhood memories flow,
Flow like the water in a calm sea.
Smell of the salt is in the air as I think.

As I lay in bed and think at night
I feel like the eyes of my father
Are upon me, looking at me
Through the mirror on my wall.

As I lay in bed and think at night
The presence of my fathers smell is in the air
His smell is as sweet as a dozen roses
No one can ever take this smell away.

As I lay in bed and think at night
I remember the smell of cooking
As my father made dinner for me and grandma.
The smell was like that of a fire on a cold winter night.

As I lay in bed and think at night
I remember how I felt
When my father hugged me
It was like a polar bear, soft and secure.

As I lay in bed and think at night
The pain inside that was roaring like a lion
Is now gone; The pain ceases
And is replaced by the humming of a mockingbird.