Nostalgia

When tears fell from my eyes
you were there to brush them away,
when I was lost in depression
you were there to say that everything would be okay.

Your dignity, I could never have,
your kindness was a life-lesson up to par:
wise, discerning, enlightened, far-sighted,
all the things I wanted to be,
but you mastered them long before me.

I'm sorry papa for the things I've done,
I thought I was somebody in a world of none,
and now I'm seeking my peace, but you're gone,
and sadly, you always knew I was not the one.