To papa,
Hate not knowing what happens after death,
But love to believe that you live somewhere past heaven.
And someday again, when we meet,
I'll cry in you arms,
And again listen to your heartbeat.
And someday again, when we meet as father and daughter,
You'll wish I grow up and
I'll wish that we stay that way forever.
For had I the choice, to choose my father,
I'll choose you even in heaven
For even heaven is incomplete without you.