My friend, my father

Fri, 04/08/2016 - 22:30 -- rom_era

Why do you have to go so soon?

I've got so much to tell you.

Next time that snowy afternoon

I will be there to save you.


My friend, my father,

All alone, oh you decide to leave me,

I never am returning home,

Won't let the memories deceive me.


Those memories of childhood,

Now seem to be so hazy.

The ground where your body will

Lie thousand years so glazy.


He stayed a hero in her mind,

After relieved the wrath

That he has had to leave behind

The people on his path.


His daugher has to let him go,

All he has left is grave's dim

Home town's powerful wind blow 

Now will be there to save him.

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