Father, how the hours have hurt us, separated us, left us as memories
and so, this is how we are, this is how
we live, defined
by the opportunities presented, then or taken, by the winds
we feel our our hearts, enter
in the darkest of evenings, I miss
the hugs, the table, the white rice and the ketchup I poured
So long
ago, and how I am, lost in a place, never once imagined
for I shall honor, I shall treasure, simple was our time,
brown eyes
I will make you proud dad, nothing fancy, just a smile, now I shall rest...
dream
and say a whisper, away, as all we can be, become true
