Stop the
clock And turn it back
So I have a
bit more time
To reach
out, to register, to pick up slack
To appease this
uneasiness of mine
It stops,
it goes, time is but naught
The world
is as it was
But my
heart my world became wrought
The moment
you came to pass
How to
move, how to breathe
How does
life go on?
Will my
heart ever again be at ease
Too soon
you are gone
So indeed
stop all, and let it ring loud
A bright
star has been called Home
A soft
whisper, a rumble, a deafening sound
I’m left
feeling all alone
I know you
are there, though you cannot be heard
My heart
brings you back to life
But my messages
remain silent, unanswered
No consoling
my strife
All I can
do is raise my glass
and imagine
you are there
Laughing and
cheering, you that you are
My other
father that I hold dear
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