Come Back Daddy

I feel like I am stuck in the carton of the dreaded yesterday, It is so dark and even the light looks like a homeless string like a lonely me, Today a philanthropic one with candies appeared, But I don't know why I can't feel it's sweet, Is it because of my grainy tongue? Is it because of my lips of swelling droughts? No ! When I saw his face I found it unforgettable, A man who resembled the bearded face of my dad, He offered me some gummies which he thought would satisfy my sadness, But how long can I hold my tears when I can't taste the sweetness? For his face reminded about my daddy, His hug was more sweet than any gummies on this material realm, For he is my daddy!!! Now how many miles I walk it doesn't matter, My daddy is gone and there are no more sweetening hugs, My foot soars with the tasteless gummies, And I still sing come back daddy!!!! Free Palestine!!! Free Palestine!!! Free Palestine!!! Free Palestine!!!