Perhaps we'll never understand each other. Loving doesn't mean that we agree. If that were so, then I would say, why bother? But there are things I know I'll never see.
I'm sure your heart knows what I don't yet know: The pain of loving a reluctant son; The anger, coming fast and building slow, Of being helpless to control someone.
You want only that I grow up right, But you know what right is, and I still don't.
I have to learn to wield my inner light, And if I follow yours, well, then I won't. I'm sorry for the anger in the air; Though we fight, my love is always there. happy father's day my dearest father.
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4 comments:
tu abah mu tengah makan cendol ke hape tu?
ahaha..ntah la..rojak kot..kihihkih
anak abah.
alhamdulillah..
i'm happy
for you
and
thanking you
myson..
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