I was almost three,
When my father passed away,
I wish he were here.
Dying, Starving, Youth
No help for his perished soul,
Everyone has gone.
Different seasons come,
Fall, Winter, Spring, and Summer,
Sun is shining bright.
A long time ago,
A young child mourned a death,
Daddy said good-bye.
Running down the street,
Escaping from a stranger,
Mom's at work today.
Make a thoughtful wish,
When you see a shooting star,
Hope it does not die.