Take me back to when there were chortles,
when there was always a big man waiting for me
with smile on his face and arms wide open,
to greet me when I would go back home after months.

When there was always a cup of tea on my table in midnights,
when there was a man always supporting me,believing in me.
Give me that time back when I was free,stress-free and a brat.
when this man, as true as a saint, motivated me at every step
when there was teasing, joking and messing everywhere.

Will those days ever return?
Oh I was a clod, took it all for granted
now here I am with all the awards, 
the awards he would have bragged about all his life
are piled up here, covered with dust and tears

(I have cried a lot for you, I have changed so much
will you please come back now?)

To all the lucky girls who have their hero with them-
love him,hug him, make him proud
save the moments, cherish them,
make time for him, talk with him, laugh with him.
for being able to do so is a blessing not all have.