Back when I was a child, before life removed all the innocence
My father would lift me high and dance with my mother and me and then
Spin me around ‘til I fell asleep
Then up the stairs he would carry me
And I knew for sure I was loved
If I could get another chance, another walk, another dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
How I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
When I and my mother would disagree
To get my way, I would run from her to him
He’d make me laugh just to comfort me
Then finally make me do just what my mama said
Later that night when I was asleep
He left a dollar under my sheet
Never dreamed that he would be gone from me
If I could steal one final glance, one final step, one final dance with him
I’d play a song that would never, ever end
‘Cause I’d love, love, love
To dance with my father again
Sometimes I’d listen outside her door
And I’d hear how my mother cried for him
I pray for her even more than me
I pray for her even more than me
I know I’m praying for much too much
But could you send back the only man she loved
I know you don’t do it usually
But dear Lord she’s dying
To dance with my father again
Luther Vandross... who are you ? Why do you sing from my heart ? It scares me. How would you know my deepest yearning ? When I thought no one understands. Yet, your voice, the words.. resonates so strongly with my feelings that it hurts; that it makes my heart aches. Night after night, my unheard voice screams the same pain. My heart screams the same longing. Yet, you sing them out so clearly, so dearly. Did you walk the same path ? Did you stepped on the same thorns ? You sang out my pain, my loss. Yes, you made me shed tears. Yes, you opened my locked feelings But, you made me realize I am not alone. You made me realise it is ok to grieve... to find my own special way to grieve. Going on with life doesn't mean loving him less. Letting go doesn't mean forgetting. If you see him in that happy place, tell him we are ok. We will live our life well and will never disappoint him. Please tell him, I love him very much.. Tell him, I miss him so much.... please .. |
