Sunday, October 17, 2010
Hush little boy, just go out and play
Forget the weekend your daddy promised to come by.
Hush little boy, don't cry.
Maybe he'll return your call later on as he promised you anyway.
Hush little boy, rest from asking why daddy didn't stay.
Not a single hug and a goodbye.
He is now a man free to roam, coming home wasn't the one he worried.
I know...
Forget the weekend your daddy promised to come by.
Hush little boy, don't cry.
Maybe he'll return your call later on as he promised you anyway.
Hush little boy, rest from asking why daddy didn't stay.
Not a single hug and a goodbye.
He is now a man free to roam, coming home wasn't the one he worried.
I know...
You didn't ask to be brought here, you didn't ask any of this.
You were created between my love and his.
Yet, somehow, it's just you and me, you see.
Now, sit with me here and I'll always be there.
What do I tell you once you grow?
What do I tell you once you grow?
That all daddy's promises were about being a hero.
Doing special things with his life.
As I know one day, I have to make up stupid little lies.
Hope it may give your little broken heart some peace.
Hope that you don't hate, nor care, that the love you need never really there.
I'm sorry that the world is not rainbow.
I'm sorry that the world is not rainbow.
The colors aren't green, red, blue and yellow.
I'm sorry that black and grays added a sorrow.
But I promise that the skies will not cloudy all day.
That the rain will too makes your day.
Now, hush little boy
Go back to sleep and I'll sing you a lullaby.
Even the little T-Rex toys which one brought joy,
And a car puzzle that never done stands as yesterday.
We'll do it another day.
No need to watch through a keyhole of a life worth fighting for.
Daddy's promise is to come back as before.
One day maybe we'll see daddy's walking through that door.
Go back to sleep and I'll sing you a lullaby.
Even the little T-Rex toys which one brought joy,
And a car puzzle that never done stands as yesterday.
We'll do it another day.
No need to watch through a keyhole of a life worth fighting for.
Daddy's promise is to come back as before.
One day maybe we'll see daddy's walking through that door.
p.s. Its not the same without you....please come home.
Regards,
Kezia Mamoto
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