My father..
At these moments when Im weak
I just dont want to speak..
They ask whats wrong
I tried my best to be strong
But I cant, not this time
Thats why Im writing this rhyme
Pain, powerless, anger and the loss is wat I feel,
For my daddy is sick and wont heal
They often ask is everything oke?
My answer would be: "No, because my father will be gone someday"
I just dont want to speak..
They ask whats wrong
I tried my best to be strong
But I cant, not this time
Thats why Im writing this rhyme
Pain, powerless, anger and the loss is wat I feel,
For my daddy is sick and wont heal
They often ask is everything oke?
My answer would be: "No, because my father will be gone someday"
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| anne98: | Dinsdag, april 26, 2011 22:28 |
| wow great rhyme. I miss my father. it is not easy to give a spot I''m still working on it. I want to help but are you English? I want to really help |
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