Do Not Fret Thy Father

I look at the stars in the night,
Wondering if my father is watching me from above.
It’s been five years since he left me,
But the pain lingers in my memory.

I can vividly remember how he speaks to me in kindness,
Those wise words would always play inside my head.
I can clearly hear his voice in the silence,
Wishing I could touch his hand for one last second.

I am a daughter of a great man,
The one who was taken way too early.
The man I’ve promised to cherish,
The man whom no one can replace.

Do not fret my dear father,
Your daughter is getting much stronger.
She is now fighting her own battles,
Be proud, she’s winning more than she’s losing.

Do not fret my dear father,
Your daughter has gained her power.
She may cry a thousand rivers,
But she surely conquered a thousand mountains.

Do not fret my dear father,
Your daughter is a survivor.
She calms the sea of her uncertainties,
She tamed her demons and slain her enemies.

Maybe its fate that you were taken so soon,
Maybe it’s God’s plan to let her be abandoned.
In such a way she’ll find her place,
In such a way she’ll grow some faith.

Let her walk her path this time,
Believe that she’ll survive her chaos.
And when the time comes,
Welcome her in your arms when Heaven calls her name.