A Father's touch

She looked up again,
not really knowing what to fear
felt the wind, floating by her ear

She knew he was there,
her father who died,
he was in the air,
that one dark night...

As soon as she heard the voice,
she was sure it was him,
and at that moment
something touched her chin
the way her father used to do
loving and caring,
soft and touched.

She felt around,
but she couldn't see
she sat back on the ground
not feeling free

She knew he was there,
her father who died,
he was in the air
that one dark night...