I love looking at the sky, ‎watching the birds fly. ‎sometimes it's so clear and blue. ‎sometimes it's grey and about to cry. ‎ ‎every time I look up, ‎I reminisce about the past. ‎What if you're here? ‎What if you're near? ‎ ‎A bitter sweet reality, ‎a fact I can never escape, ‎that you are forever gone. ‎ ‎A single clip keeps on replaying, ‎a sound of me and you laughing. ‎Those single piece of memory, ‎stored deep within me. ‎Wishing I have more to compile. ‎ ‎No more baking of bread, ‎no more waking up early from bed. ‎But I wish I had more of you, ‎If I'd known you would leave so soon. ‎ Papa ‎do you see me from above? ‎I'm all grown up. ‎ ‎Visit me in my dream for I have a lot to tell.