Francis Volume 4

Iturin Drebel An Jesus by 1st MFGC Springdale AR. Music Dept. (feat. Gerald Matthew Jr.)

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This is deeply personal song, about my longing for a father who wasn’t there, and the bittersweet moment of recognition that came too late. My father died shortly after from a massive epileptic seizure.
This blends vulnerability with raw storytelling of the moment my father didnt recognize me at a moment when I saw him, painting scenes of absence, chance encounters, and a final goodbye that is like a clock that can’t be rewound. Melancholic, heartfelt, and haunting — this track is for anyone who has ever carried unspoken love, silence, and loss in their chest.

Miss you dad...

Lyrics:


When I was young, 
I lived without my dad, 
He was somewhere else, in a life I never had
One day the news came
he had fallen down
Hit his head, and the silence was the loudest sound

Days turned to shadows, fear filled my chest
I saw him once more, so fragile, at rest
But the years rolled on, he drifted away
Until fate brought me back to him one day

I asked him the time, just to play my part
He looked at his watch, said “half past eight” with a start
I looked in his eyes, and I whispered through tears
“Don’t you know me? After all these years?”
He smiled and said, “It’s you, my son...” 
But that moment was the last — the final one

I saw him outside, with someone by his side
A quiet new chapter, a different life
I told my friend, “Wait"
I’ll make a small joke
Ask my father a question, words I never spoke

The silence between us weighed heavy that night
A stranger, a father, both wrong and both right
A couple more words, then he faded away
And I never saw him again to this day

I asked him the time, just to play my part
He looked at his watch, said “half past eight” with a start
I looked in his eyes, and I whispered through tears
“Don’t you know me? After all these years?” 
He smiled and said, “It’s you, my son...” 
But that moment was the last, the final one

Now the clock keeps on turning, but the hands won’t rewind
I’m left with a memory, a shadow in my mind
His body gave up, but his ghost still remains
A love never spoken, just silence and pain

I asked him the time, just to play my part
He looked at his watch, said “half past eight” with a start
I looked in his eyes, and I whispered through tears
“Don’t you know me? After all these years?” 
He smiled and said, “It’s you, my son...” 
But that moment was the last
the final one...

Al In Nebar

Samie Junior Samuel

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