My Father used to live here…
here upon this earth.
Midst the pain & chaos…
it’s hard to find your worth.
He had a lot of heartache…
troubles, doubts & sorrows.
Until finally one day,
he could face no more tomorrows.
My father used to call me,
to see what’s going on.
Now he doesn’t do that…
that’s because he’s gone.
He is in a better place…
a safer place at best.
Somewhere where his heart
can finally stop and take a rest.
