27 months have passed
I’ll never forget the day
Someone rang to tell me
That you’d gone away
The hurt is the same
Like an open wound
There are days
I don’t utter a sound
Some days the pain is stronger
It makes me sick and weak
I can’t stand this much longer
I just sit here and weep
I’ve shut my private door
And let no one in
Locking myself in a box
They try, but I won’t give in
You were like a rock
Strong, faithful and true
What worth has my life
Now I don’t have you
I was your eighth born
but Daddy’s little girl
I took my own path
But was still part of your world
I was not the best
Guilty of neglect
But you know daddy dearest
I had so much respect
I've always loved you
My dad, my star
Now I'm feeling blue
And will always preserve your memory from afar
I love you now
As I did back then
I just hope... one day
I will see you again
We all love and miss you so much
Al-Fatihah for you Ayah.
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