With son on his left and daughter on his right
Gracefully he cherished the last of his time
He met an old friend and wore that last smile
And prepared to leave everything in a while...
With strong pillars by his side
Slowly he closed his eyes
Calmed his heart from inside
And took a flight..too high...
Harder must it have been
Taking the last breath in
Hearing the call from within
Leaving behind everything...
So fast had he gone
No one could help along
Starting a journey too long
Accompanied tears and regrets strong...
Those blues and those cries
Hide under my skin,whenever I try
Weaken me from inside
Still I try not to lie...
"How the world looks up from there..."
I ask stars the night wears...
But no one answers the childish questionnaire...
Father...its your light... I still search every where...
Only your light... That helps when I am scared...
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