Saw my father

                                                   Saw my father lying dead

                                                   Kissed him on his cold forehead

                                                   He always told me to watch the ball
                                                   Still waiting for him to call
                                                   He watches over my Mom
                                                   Wish I knew exactly where from
                                                   Perhaps walking along the beach
                                                   What a pity so out of my reach
                                                   Think about him everyday
                                                   I´m sure you know Mom is okay
                                                   I wish you could tell me where you are
                                                   One day I´ll fly to see you no matter how far

           

                                       copyright 2012 alan moliner