Dance with my Father - Luther Vandross
Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around 'til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
How I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He'd make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I'd play a song that would never, ever end
'Cause I'd love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I'd listen outside her door
And I'd hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I'm praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don't do it usually
But dear Lord she's dying
To dance with my father again
Every night I fall asleep and this is all I ever dream
I Love you Pa, Im missing you much more than ever
Sunday, June 18, 2006
Happy Father's Day
Posted by MsFoolsRushIn at 7:11 AM
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4 comments:
I've heard the song many times before, but what gave me goosebumps were your words at the end of the song - "I Love you Pa, Im missing you much more than ever"
yeah. I miss him so much. Its getting harder evrytime i visit him in cemetery.
When I read this in your friendster blog, i did not realize that it was a song. Anyways, we all look good in the picture, and tito is smiling also! :)
I have been reading your blog. I know you have not updated it for a while. I loved reading your tribute to your father. I can see you loved him dearly. I like the family photograp in front of his grave. I think Filipinos show their love and respect for the dead more than any other culture. You can honor your father by living a good life. He lives in you. You have some heartwarming posts here. I can see you have a very close-knit and happy family.
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