When Father Died
When my father died
A part of me went with him
He was the glory of my life
He was the once-in-a lifetime
He cradle me and feed me
He saw my first walk and talk
He use his mighty energy
Bring magical moment I need
He embrace me with all he do
He showed me love, I know it was true
The kind of love
That know one else could do
And now that he's gone
Although memories still love on
But pattern of broken feeling still aching
When I still wish to share him my many things...
Living without him I feel uneasy
My feet doesn't want to move
My mind become paralyze
My aching soul weakening me inside
I missed the moment to remember when he swung me around up the air
Like a bird who life set free...
He was the peace and my comfort
I wish he never leaves...
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