A son’s first friend

My dad is my first friend

We used to play 'til the weekend

He taught me everything

And said that I could be a king

One day he planned to leave

But at first I could not believe

He said he'll be quick

As fast as a click

A lot of things he missed

And sometimes I pleased

To come home and see

And be proud of me

Seven years it’s been

I don't even know where to begin

I always want to talk to him

Even in my dream