I had a dream bout my dad
I can't remember it now
I know it was good
A dream about my dad
Isn't good isn't bad.

You see I don't remember his voice
I don't remember it at all
So when we talk in my dream
It's like we aint talking at all.

His mouth doesn't move
And his legs don't walk
He walks with me
But he doesn't talk

But With a glance at the eye
I know what he's saying
And I know he said some words
But I can't remember it, nothing

I remember the lights in his eyes
As he looked upon me
Like he was proud
But he didn't say a word to me.

As we drove around the town
He motioned he needed gas
As we did a turn I said
Town changed since you been here
He glanced and said it has.

But as we did the turn
I looked in  his eyes
I said daddy
Can you please hold my hand.
For one last time
He looked like he was
And I'm sure he was about to
But as soon as I blinked
We were in a different dream

The thing was it wasn't a dream
I didn't dream this no
It was a memory.
It was the last time we held hands
I was just a little girl
If i had known it was our last
I would have asked for one more
But  I grabbed his hand
And He held it tight
No matter how old I get
That will always make me cry

i was back in a dream
And He wasn't there
But someone asked where he was
I Looked at the ground and said everywhere.

I came to a conclusion
One that's mighty bright
I decided he's not dead
He's like the holy light.

He's everywhere to me
He is  in  my blood
I'm the air that he breathed
I carry his torch from above

He's the relaxing breath
I breathe
The grooves in my hand
He made them you see
What he made for me
I live everyday for him
Maybe one day in his voice
He'll say he's proud of me