Daddy, you’re my favorite person…
And yet… I’d hate to lose you.
It hurts to see the condition you’re in…
while seeking where your true souls’ been.
I cry every night, knowing that I can’t sleep…
Nostalgia mixed with how you are now, hurts me this deep.
Memories of good times created are pondering in my head… repeating your meaningful words to me, that you’ve said.
I’ll be your spiritual comfort… like you’ve always been towards me.
Underneath the physical drain & pain,
you’re big heart in this world is what I’ll see….