Time goes on
It does not stop for no one
No matter how sad we are
Clocks keep ticking
We sit there in silence asking why
And left with the hurt
this will be the second easter dad
And never has a day stopped to ask if we caught up
Cos if it Had to I wouldn't still want u back so bad
I will never be ready to say goodbye
Dad I am not ready to accept you are gone
No one understands how bad i want you back
I put on a smile and tell EVERYBODY it is going to be OK
But who is here to tell me it is all going to be OK?
That use to be you? Where did you go? Why so soon?
Jesus died on Friday,
This Sunday he rose again,
To save us from sin and pain,
Does this mean,
That this Sunday,
I will get to hold your hand again,
that I will here your voice tell me you love me,
That you will see my goals and achievements,
DAD I WANT YOU TO COME HOME..
I WANT TO SEE YOU..
I CANT DREAM NO MORE IT MAKES NO SENSE,
WHERE WILL I SEE YOU
WHEN WILL I MEET WITH YOU..
IT IS STUPID YOU ARE SUPPOSE TO BE HERE
All I keep screaming out is "WHY you Why then why the pain" Arrrrrrr dad it hurts
I love you dad..
Have a good Sunday.. and rise again.. see me let me see you!!
x0x0x
