Daddy, Where are You?
My father taught me that life is a dance.
Two steps forward, one step back,
and then shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
I was born as a doughnut hole crying,
“Daddy, where are you?”
“I am right here holding you.
But far or near, I will be here,
guarding and watching over you, your whole life through.”
The steps as a baby was cry, smile.
One step back, two steps forward,
and then shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
Exploring as a young child, I called out,
“Daddy, where are you?”
“I am here in the other room.
But far or near, I will be here,
providing you water and soil as you bloom.”
The steps as a toddler was play and fight.
Two steps forward, one step back,
and then shuffle, shuffle, shuffle, shuffle.
During my primary studies, I called,
“Daddy, where are you?”