You know sometimes I sit in a train as if you were coming from afar and get off a train , on a long journey.
Why do I do ?
Why so I find a reason that you're gone forever , why am awaiting a deluded hope that makes me live a little ' , that does not make me resign , and when you do not see in the eyes of the people I'm going home with the hope that one day waiting for you come down and hug me .
I wonder where are you now , if you're proud of me , if you smile , if you like my children , how many things I would like to tell you how many things I want to do with you, I would bring you to dance , I would bring you flowers , I would wake up and find that those cakes you used to do for my birthday , I know everything inside, sometimes I can even vent, and not enough for me answers that tell me , ( look at me from up there , that you're always there ) I 'm not missing your memory , I miss you , I miss your smile and your scoldings , I miss the dinner table and your dishes , I miss that kind of love when you said " eats everything "
I wonder if you miss me too where are you now
and who knows if God will one day let you go
I wonder if one day we go home together ...
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