The worst feeling, is not knowing how to feel. Having an imagination, and have your dreams killed.
The dream that one day I'd finally see your face. Contemplating in deep thought, exactly what you'd say. "Wow look how you've grown".
We'd speak for hours, and it wouldn't even feel long. Somehow you and I, would just click. You'd laugh at my jokes, only dad's get.
And the time lost, wasn't lost at all. And when you cross my mind, I'd just call. Now that dream, is too far from me.

And your face I'd have to dream to see. And your face, I'd have to dream to see.

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