He is the brightest of them all
His wings are the shiniest
His halo leaving everyone in awe
My daddy is an angel
He gave me all he had
He raises me up through tough times
He never wants me sad
My daddy is an angel
He's a blessing in disguise
I look up to him for everything
He's a creation so divine
My daddy is an angel
He pulls me out of hell
His wings were always at my call
To me he has given so much more
My daddy is an angel
And like any other angels,
he is growing old
His wings are getting worn out and dirty
His halo not so bright anymore
He still offers himself fully
I know he's struggling too
His wings are beginning to weigh him down
I hate to see it but it's true
My daddy is my angel
I have to try my hardest
For my wings aren't growing yet
I want to be an angel too
Just like my dad
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Somehow while daddy was helping me with physics, I realised he's growing old. The one who taught me my math and sciences, the one who knows-it-all, he's slowing down too. I watched as he struggled to explain a question to me and it was clear to me that he wasn't sure at all. He took so long to understand the answer sheet and he tried so hard to figure out the solution, he was trying his best. I am growing old and so is my daddy. I hate to see him age. I don't want him to struggle and it's making me feel so bad. If I were smarter and brighter, he wouldn't have to worry at all. If I could do him proud again, if. My heart aches everytime I approach him with school work because we both know he can't help me that much anymore. And it's saddening. My daddy is the greatest man in my life. My daddy is an angel and a gift from heaven. My daddy is my angel.