My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
PWChaltas
Willing servant to the word and art
My father used to ask
where are you ?
And I would say
here I am.
Now I ask him
Where are you ?
And in the silence
Of night dreams
He says :
here I am .
PWChaltas 