March 8, 2013

Happy Birthday Dad

27 February 2013

I am walking on my way home now
This housing cluster is so quite, I wish to be this calm until the end of the road

I am walking alone with my head down
Trying to catch one good memory to distract the burden away
I found one, it was with my dad

It was when I am about 8 years old, formerly also was a thinker kind
If I recall that that time again I begin to realized that was when this pattern begins
This restless mind must be tricked sometimes

I used to distracted myself with television, a lot
Thinking rather drag my focus on commercial breaks than struggle with such conflicted heart
Back then we only have one big screen television on the living room
A big pacifier when mom and dad were asleep, or so I thought

That was where I belong
When disturbing thoughts keep creeping me out
Cling on to the remote where I put up hopes
"seed me some happy thoughts"

Till I fall asleep

This isn't a tale of broken home
Because there was a father, my father
Carry me up to bed in the middle of my sleep
Carefully mind his steps, afraid to wake his daughter up
Gently tuck me into my bed
Made me feel like a princess that has been saved from a haunted castle

That was the moment when I finally could feel safe
That was the moment when I ensured I wasn't alone
That was the time I knew, I have a wonderful dad

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