Sailing down at the back of the sun,

Waiting for my king to come.

Praying for the recovering rain

To revive my essence again.

Just the toerag upon the run.

How did you get here?

What have you done?

When will all my hopes arise?

How will you know him?

When you demeanour in my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

When you demeanour in my father’s eyes.

Then the light starts to shine

And you listen to those very old lullabies.

And as you watch this seedling grow,

Feel my heart begin to overflow.

Where do you find the difference to say?

How do you learn him?

What do you play?

Bit by bit, I’ve realized

That’s when you need them,

That’s when you need my father’s eyes.

Then the angled corner appears

Through the apart clouds of tears.

I’m similar to the overpass which was cleared away;

My foundations were done of clay.

As my essence slides down to die.

How could you remove him?

What did you try?

Bit by bit, I’ve realized

That he was here with me;

I looked in to my father’s eyes.

Thanks for your love, your hold up which you’ve gave to me.

Never consider in my thoughts to remove it.

I regularly need your hands , always….