۱۳۹۱ مرداد ۱۵, یکشنبه

A heavenly ride through our silence

My dear sunshine,

"Where were you when I was burned and broken
While the days slipped by from window watching
Where were you when I was hurt and helpless
Because the things you say and the things you do surround me
While you were hanging yourself on someone else's words
Dying to believe in what you heard
I was staring straight into the shining sun..."

Love,

Your father

PS. Borrowed those words from David Gilmour, I'm quite sure he won't mind.