Sailing down behind the sun,
Waiting for my prince to come.
Praying for the healing rain
To restore my soul again.
Just a toerag on the run.
How did I get here?What have I done?
When will all my hopes arise?
How will I know him?
When I look in my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
Then the light begins to shine
And I hear those ancient lullabies.
And as I watch this seedling grow,
Feel my heart start to overflow
Where do I find the words to say?
How do I teach him?
What do we play?
Bit by bit, I've realized
That's when I need them,
That's when I need my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
Then the jagged edge appears
Through the distant clouds of tears.
I'm like a bridge that was washed away;
My foundations were made of clay.
As my soul slides down to die.
How could I lose him?
What did I try?
Bit by bit, I've realizedThat he was here with me;
I looked into my father's eyes.
My father's eyes.
The last one week has been a little too stressed out for me. Things haven't been too great. A sudden reality check in the bus journey from B'lore when I came home. came here only to have seen my dad get a mild heart attack and have been in the hospital the last four days. Sittin outside the ICU that nite, the whole world around u is soooo quiet. sad faces, tired faces, all havin a story of their own. The antiseptic smell of the hospital hits u rite on the nostrils. The eerie silence outside the ICU. The slight pat on the shoulder from unknown faces, the gentle smile that would mean the world to u. It was saddenin to hear all the probs that the others have. To each his own. But bottom line is they all care for their loved ones and if somethin happens to them, it means the world crashes down. Millions of thoughts and flashes from the past engulfed my mind when I was sittin outside the ward. A mighty pillar from my world was lyin inside tired, worn out and worried. Not sure wat was goin thro his mind all these years. He was always a strong man. He was a special friend, a great person to talk to and a kind soul for everyone. His smile radiated sooo much energy, it has given me the strength to go out there and kick some butt on more than one occasion. The second I heard the doctor say he needed to be admitted, I saw the look on my mother's face. She was shocked to say the least. She is a strong woman. she has cheated death many a time and is still THE person in the family. To see a person like her, upset and worried, was not a good sign. The last four days has been tough for all of us. But I know I have a wonderful family. Support from all parts of the world, from every member of the family and wishes and prayers and healing powers of my brother have all contributed in helpin my dad have a speed recovery. He is back, the heart attack is a signal to just let me get a reality check, bout myself, bout my family, bout the world and bout wat is instore for me in this world...
I love my dad and I love my family...
