i remember him waking me up on sunday mornings, to lay in the bed with me on top of his big round belly. we'd watch Batman while impatiently anticipating a new episode of the Gargoyles.
He made me believe that these stoned creatures were the guardians of my soul.
it wasnt till later on in life when i realized he was just feeding my childhood imagination, like a father should.
Now that hes sick and dying, memories like this keep me positive
and prepared. i will miss you dearly and i'll never get to old to hear you sing
the song you made for me. forever and always, will i be your little girl.
in your eyes, the brightest of them all. i can do no wrong in your eyes and
i admire you for having so much faith in me and being so supportive when necessary.
tonight, we'll light this candle for you:
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