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Morax Muerte

Drama Tragedy Others

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Morax Muerte

Drama Tragedy Others

Father, Talk To Me, Father

Father, Talk To Me, Father

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Can’t you see, that your darling daughter,

Is all messed up, her eyes flooded with tears

Holding my finger, once you gave the promise

That it would disturb you all day

If my eyes were red, red with the colour

Of anguish


Don’t stay silent, say a word, or simply open

Your arms and say, come in, daughter

But today your arms are as cold

As your own body, because

Your heart has given up beating


Today you are peacefully lying on a hospital bed,

Papa, get up, it’s already time to rise up, 

The alarm has exhausted out its voice, 

Shouting, ringing for hours


But you are not giving up on your sleep

The sun let drop a piece of water, which

Mashes on the ground, unnoticed and unheard


It says, I will miss you old friend,

I will miss you, for an eternity


Dear God, you who are the Father of mankind

You said, you hear the tiniest prayers

Of your children on earth


But why, you are turning a deaf ear to me

Why, are you turning your back?

I need my father, I need him

Return him to me, please



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