At the last step of the porchladder I sit
looking as far as my child eyes can meet.
Father, where are you? you left early and I miss you.
But it's early, and I have all the time, I'll wait for your return.

It started getting warmer as the sun rise up, up and up.

Father, don't get me wrong, coz the child me never once get up, still looking at that bright horizon.
I looked at every person with expectation.
Every silhouette every shadow, there was hope that never leave me, cause' in my child heart there was no lonely.

I feel great with each passing time and was filled...