Oh , How I Miss You, My Gentle Giant!

I find that poetry and song helps me to mourn and to grieve.



I woke up crying late at night
when I was very young.
I had dreamed my father
had passed away and gone.

My world revolved around him
I couldnt lay there anymore.
So I made my way down the mirrored hall
and tapped upon his door.

And I said "Daddy, I'm so afraid
how will I go on with you gone that way?
Don't wanna cry anymore
so may I stay with you?"

And he said "That's my job,
that's what I do.
Everything I do is because of you,
To keep you safe with me.
That's my job you see."

Every person carves his spot and fills the hole with light. And I pray someday I might light as bright as he. But I say "Daddy, I'm so afraid, how will I go on with you gone this way? How can I come up with a song to say I love you?" That's my job, That's what I do Everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me. That's my job you see. Everything I do is because of you to keep you safe with me.