This little girl with bubbles imagination on her head
is growing up
you know she's growing up each day
like those days
when you took me to the city
to the beach and to the bookstore
Our lovely town are always changes
like me
I will never stay the same like your little girl,
but I will find my way
I will find my way
like you want me to do
like I really want to live with
maybe it will be painfully
or it will be delightfully
No other man will replace you and your bless
don't stop loving me..
(27thjune2011-dear dad..)
