The laughter dies away,
Leaving me alone,
Looking for one person,
that person is my dad.
He left while I was young,
didnt give a thought
But now my mom is gone
my family torn apart.
He took drugs
did alcohole
didnt have
a care at all.
So if you find my dad,
tell him that i'm searching,
For the man that i called dad
with more hope that i've ever had.
The rain is falling down
wishing it would take me too,
I need my family more than ever
and now I need rain too.
''tell him that i'm searching, For the man that i called dad with more hope that i've ever had'' lovely to read...
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I would like to translate this poem
I love the rain, and is one of my favorite things. I love the way it looks, its sorrow in each drop The puddles the design in the puddles the feeling on your skin Such a deep intent poem but lovely as well keep it up