Trabalho de Inglês

HEY, MR. GOD, COULD YOU DO ME A FAVOR?

Sometimes at night, when I’m lying in my bed

I think about my childhood and I really miss my Dad

I don’t have him anymore to make me forget about my fears

And I also wish he was still here so he would dry all of my tears.

He was the best friend I could have ever had

And I know he’ll be by my side, as he always said

Mom says now he’s feeling better in Heaven

But I’m still sad, because I don’t see him since I’m seven

He used to say that I look like a butterfly

And when I see one of it, I try hard not to cry

Sometimes I ask God why he took him so early

But God never answers me (and people still say he’s lovely!)

Now I wish he was right, I wish I was a butterfly

Or, at least, become one, so I would be able to fly high

I really wish I could fly and magically appear and disappear

So, in a blink of an eye, I’d fly far away from here

I don’t think I’m asking for much; I don’t want to be a millionaire

And if God gave me a lot of money I would really like to share

But I’m not asking for that; there’s only one thing I’d like to do

If I could meet my Dad again, I would tell him ‘I love you’.