I am alone and lonely. Even when I am in the midst of multitudes of people
What is the difference when I stand in the realms of the dead? When all I care
About is you “Father.” I wish I know what you looked like, I guess you could not wait for me
To bear more pain when I finally know you then lose you. If only you were here, things
Could have been different, things could have worked out well for both of us
I go crazy whenever I think about you, and do things I seem not to realise I am doing.
What is the happiness having no father? You were gone before I could even know you
Every year,month, weeks and days has been a torture. It is like losing the core parts of my life
This brings about all malfunctions in my life, since you were not there to correct and wipeout
All errors inme, I curse death for taking you so soon. It made me wish I were never born to this world
Yet those with father do not cherish the only gold that could buy what I seem to lack fatherly love and affections.