We were homeless once
We were hungry and thirsty
Through all those times
You were beside me
When I think about the past
My tears rolls too fast

As a kid I did't know the difference
Between being well and being sick
It all went to quick
I was very young when you died
I regret the day I let go of your hand

Do you see and hear me
When I write this poetry
Right now, and forever
I been wanting you here
I want you to come home
You don't belong there