From a little girl's heart
Each night in my dreams
See these strong hands reaching out
When I near to reach them
They disappear in the heavy clouds
But when I wake up
Always a brink of melancholic hit my soul
With these words chanting in my heart
Papa I will always love you
Always remember you
Always cherish you
Always is better than sometimes.
Some Sunday morning after mass
I curl up in my bed sad and lonely
Your cologne scent spreads in the room
Give me the sense that you are here
I stretch my eyes so wide with the thought to see you--
Never can reach that desire
With these words boiling my heart
Papa I really miss you
Missing you on my Birthdays
Missing you for all I care
Missing you keep me alive and always.
With my insightful imagination
I wish someday
I wish somehow
To reach to you
More I can be
To see you face
To see you smile
For just a split
Moment to relive.