To My Father

i can hear the spring memories callin.. empty halls
while we ballin, am fallin - just got da call
my father is down and not long to go my friend
it's ok i dont need simpathy, i feel the end
and only wen it ends it gets harder n harder
to exhael words about my father - i hear ya
tellin me to go on - while we use ta walk along
side to side we can stay strong.
i remmeber ur words - dispence your lies
i realised we had da same eyes,
i cried for the words so wise.
make the time tonite, the feelin is o so rite
reminisce on the love we had
this time lets make it rite.

feedback isnt important but to let out my words which i had kept in