I Am
I am shy and warm hearted
I wonder why did my dad had to go so soon
I hear his laugh in my head repeatedly
I see his smile and warm-hearted soul
I pretend he’s still alive
I feel his presence with me all the time.
I worry if I’ll get over his passing away
I cry whenever I think about the good times we had
I am shy and warm-hearted
I understand that he’s in a better place
I say one day ill be with him again
I dream of both my parent and I together again one day
I try my best to make him proud
I hope he’ll be proud of me one day
I am shy and warm hearted