Papa, Can You Hear Me?

(I'm going to light this candle, memory of all those wise and good men, whose lives were senselessly, violently snuffed out of before their time, Lincoln, Gandhi, Martin Luther king, John F Kennedy, Ambo Sadat, Men of piece and vision, Voices the world so deceitfully needs now, father, father figures, I think we all lost someone whose gaudiness and wisdom we miss in times of fury and confusion and this is for them:) May the light Of this flickering candle Illuminate the night the way The way your spirit illuminates my soul Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you see me? Papa, can you find me in the night? Papa, are you near me? Papa, can you hear me? Papa, can you help me not be frightend? Looking at the skies I seem to see a million eyes Which ones are yours? Where are you now that yersterday Has waved goodbye and closed its doors? The night is so much darker The wind is so much colder. The world I see is so much bigger Now that I'm alone Papa, please forgive me Try to understand me Papa, don't you know I had no choice? Can you hear me praying, Anything I'm saying, Even though the night is filled with voices? I remember everything you thought me, Every book I've ever read Can all the words in all the books Help me to face what lies ahead? The trees are so much taller And I feel so much smaller The moon is twice as lonely And the stars are half as bright Papa, how I love you? Papa, how I need you? Papa, how I miss you kissing me goodnight?