What I Miss.
I miss some things that can't come back
The love, pain and sorrow that sometimes made me lack
The skills I needed to complete my task
On this planet full of people; either good or bad
I miss waking up to delicious cakes and heart-warming kisses
From my mother and father, my best wishes
When I could barely walk, oh how I miss it
Being in a cot, dreaming of fishes
I miss writing songs and singing them inside
My dimly-lit bedroom, where I could hide
From the dishonest people and the critics outside
That won't stop till they crush your miserable life
I miss going to the village and hugging my grandfather
The only God-devoted man beyond and farther
Who taught me how to connect with people and never be a bother
Now he's in a better place and I can't help but break altogether
When I hear his name I reconsider
"This man...this man fathered my mother."