Papa's Song

Papa was like a kid

And he played through life

That’s what he did!

When his time had come

He didn’t feel collapsed or overthrown!

That’s the way I roam,

Losing all my faith, without a home.

See the only thing -

Love is turning winter into spring!

Lost my way,

Stare into the dark

Nothing left to say

Take my hand

We are still alive!

No, it’s not the End!

Papa felt like he didn’t fit

And he ran and ran

That's what he did

Always Somewhere,

Always far!

Fortune hunting was his part.

Once I fell into a pit,

Heard his voice

As he was there to speak,

So unreachable like Anapurna's top

There I saw myself

I love you, Pa!