My Dad
Is it strange to miss someone who is still here
Knowing that you can see him everyday
Still walking around in a constant state of fear
Because he can’t help you on your way
Life feels like a misty kind of haze
As if there is a never falling tear in my eye
Like I am wandering through a never ending maze
And feeling heartbroken every time I say goodbye
Maybe I should be grateful for still having you around
But than I think of you and I can only be mad
Cause when we talk and you can hardly make a sound
I just think: “why did it have to happen to MY dad?”
Much love for the greatest dad ever !!
Knowing that you can see him everyday
Still walking around in a constant state of fear
Because he can’t help you on your way
Life feels like a misty kind of haze
As if there is a never falling tear in my eye
Like I am wandering through a never ending maze
And feeling heartbroken every time I say goodbye
Maybe I should be grateful for still having you around
But than I think of you and I can only be mad
Cause when we talk and you can hardly make a sound
I just think: “why did it have to happen to MY dad?”
Much love for the greatest dad ever !!
Reacties op dit gedicht
| Roselynn: | Woensdag, mei 15, 2013 18:04 |
| Look in his eyes... he''s still... your dad.... who loves you immensely! |
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| Auteur: Patrick D | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: Anastacia | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 15 mei 2013 | ||
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