Go Back in Time

I would go back to the good 'ole days,
that's where my dad stays.
Those were the days I had a dad,
those were the days I wasn't sad.
As days go by,
I would ask him questions like:
How? Who? What? When? Where? And even, why?
Why did you have to leave? Did you want to stay?
That guy that killed you, he will pay.
I want to see if we are alike in a way,
from the way I talk to the way I lay.
I want to learn things from his side of the tree;
and after that, I will set him free.
I cannot change that he had to die-
all I can do now is say good-bye.
No, I will return, but it's not that bad,
'cause now I can tell my little sister
all about the guy we call our dad.

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