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 with excitement when the afternoon came.
I know soon the sun will set, father, I miss you I am here and I'll wait for you.

Then came the moment when worry first hit me.

The day light start dimming and the wind is colder.
Still there sitting but my hope started wanning.
The happiness became confusion and sadness was named blue.

Father, I stayed and waited for you until darkness covered everything in my view.
T'was then I realized that you're never coming back.
With a heavy heart and understanding, the child me was forced to grow up.

I bowed my head to conceal the tears.
I learned what to do to conceal those fears.
Then turned my back to all those years.

I was five and by six I understand perfectly how to be confused.
I was seven and by eight I taught myself how not to be used.
By nine and ten I started to be haunted.

I was introduced to the world -