It begins the night before
Before sleep swallows multiple thoughts
Thoughts that sought after inspiration
Inspiration to heal failure from yesterday
Yesterday that we try hard to do our best
Best for ourselves, best for our love ones
Ones who hold our hearts in their hands
Hands that find us in the dark
Dark that lingers every fearless step
Step of faith that takes us far
Far from begin
Begin to realize, begin to stop
Stop trying to do
Do just what we feel like
Like there is no tomorrow
Tomorrow exists only tonight
Tonight that we ask question
Question why we did what we did
Did it create or did it damage
Damage but no regret
Regret if we didn’t go for
For something we believe
Believe is all that it takes
Takes us far to the end
The end of the day where we still last
Last for the ones we love
Love for nothing in return
Return even to empty space
Space that we no longer fear
Fear only if we hadn’t lived
Life…
Friday
Monday
You were there
I called him tonight
To say happy New Year
To let him know that I’m doing fine
And I learn that he couldn’t sleep at all a few days after I left
I asked him why…
He said to me “…you are so little. I picture you’re out there, living on your own. I want to do more than what I did. We’re always so far away. Where was I, when you were alone.”
I flipped through my childhood photo album
Had the same question…
Where was my daddy?
I flipped through the last page
Wondering why he wasn’t with me in any of the pictures
Stood out there alone on the stage after a school performance with yellow flowers in my arms.
I look at the captured moment and realize that, those yellow flowers weren't just there by themselves.
They were handed to me from the man who was always missing from the pictures.
The same man who was always behind that camera
who was the reason of all my smiles
I told him on the phone…
No… you never left me alone.
Nothing was ever missing in my life.
Because he always was
And he always is
with me all the time
To say happy New Year
To let him know that I’m doing fine
And I learn that he couldn’t sleep at all a few days after I left
I asked him why…
He said to me “…you are so little. I picture you’re out there, living on your own. I want to do more than what I did. We’re always so far away. Where was I, when you were alone.”
I flipped through my childhood photo album
Had the same question…
Where was my daddy?
I flipped through the last page
Wondering why he wasn’t with me in any of the pictures
Stood out there alone on the stage after a school performance with yellow flowers in my arms.
I look at the captured moment and realize that, those yellow flowers weren't just there by themselves.
They were handed to me from the man who was always missing from the pictures.
The same man who was always behind that camera
who was the reason of all my smiles
I told him on the phone…
No… you never left me alone.
Nothing was ever missing in my life.
Because he always was
And he always is
with me all the time