A maudlin plea of broken hope.
When trust encountered love.
"Its all over",future choke.
I let the ballon he gave fly above.

The first guy to be happy to hold me when I arrived.
And thought of me at every single moment he lived.
He used to give me things even before I asked.
That's dad if you still haven't guessed.


Those feet didn't have shoes to adorn.
Clothes he wore were worn.
Rice with water filled his belly.
On that hard charpoy bed they used to sleep daily.
That was his childhood so unfair.
Yet dad used to give me piggy rides to show his care.

I got everything I needed.
While mom used to look at the prices so overrated.
Dad smiled and said its it's not more important to me than my chummy.
So many times he and I used to pair up against mommy.


Work he did for me to live.
Once he let me his car drive
Nah! He managed it before it hit the electric tower.
That's what he does, treats me like his own precious flower.

That's what we cherish don't we.
Into their arms we flee.
When troubles come uninvited.
They shoulder make us feel comforted.
Dad was the happiest when my success...