I saw you
through the fog...
You were here yesterday,
Talking...
Since when was tapping at your
door a guest's habit...
My head rests gently upon your chest
as it slowly rises up and down...
I don't care anymore.
Your gone...
To many young girls Their Dads are their Hero.
As for me... Mines nothing but a man whos my dad...
It feels like only yesterday
You were here with me...
How do you look your mother in the face
and tell her what you've done...
R.I.P MoM
i remeber sitting on my knees...
You want to know me
You better think again...
I wish I could be with you one more time to tell...
I'm sorry for all that times that I gave you...
Why is the heart concerned with pain?
And the brain concerned with thought...