November 9th

Written by: Richard Tarr

A bittersweet day for me 
it's a day of celebration but
lacks one thing ever since my
15th birthday their was only 
one voice I wanted to hear 
giving me wishes I hoped
maybe in a dream you would speak
to me,but you weren't there 
my birthday has never been 
the same since you died dad
I'm 24 today i hope you would 
be proud of your son