it's my day father
you ain't here
for 24 years now
you're missing it somehow
i could possibly be fine
i could possibly get by
but things are truly different
since the day you waved goodbye
maybe i'm still that little girl of yours
i didn't quiet grew up, still vulnerable
i wish you were here
But Allah's will be done.
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