Father: What is it, Annie? Daughter: I miss you. If you were here I know that you would truly be amazed At whats become of what you made If you were here You would know how I treasure every day How every single word you spoke Echoes in me like a memory of hope When you were here You could not feel the value that I placed On every look that crossed your face When you were here I did not know just how I embraced All that you hid behide you face Could not hide from me 'cause it hid in me too Father: How are you, Tiger? It's great fun, talking with you like this. In fact, I'm going to do it more often. Now that I'm here, I hear you And wonder if maybe you can hear yourself Father: *laughs* Ringing in me now that you're somewhere else Father: I miss you a lot. 'cause I hear your strange music gentle and true Father: I'm sharing with you some of my reflections. Singing inside me with The best parts of you Now that I'm here Father: But I'm so proud of everything you do there, I love you most. I hope somewhere you hear them too Father: Next time I see you you'll proudly sing it back to me. Now that I'm here-- I LOVE you .... It's okay.. you can go now..