Thinking about you, looking up in the sky
Mom sits back whiping tears from her eyes
We sit and talk about you and she starts to cry
I say how much I want to hold you back again
In my arms like before, holding you by your hand
Every night we pray and think about you dad
It's hard to accept that you had to go
R.I.P Dad 1.4.1961-5.10.2010