»» Linnéa Samia Khalil

He was always dreaming about his eyes
which color they would have
The size of his hands
The color of his soft little hair
‘would they become the same as mine?’

his laugh
his voice
his cry
and the face of the cute little boy

he sat on the chair and looked out in the room
and he couldn’t stop thinking about these words which made him paralyzed

good bye, sweet child good bye
good bye, sweet child of mine
good bye, sweet child
good bye, good bye

some things are meant to be
even if it sometimes is hard to see
he stood focused and dried his tears with the thought of that
and he started to see some good things coming out from
the things that were making him sad

his thoughts
his dreams
his good heart
his everything

would have made him become the best father in this world
and he relied on that thought and he kept on believing that
one day it will be true to him
and that day he will sing

good night, sweet child good night
good night, sweet child of mine
good night, sweet child
good night, good night
good night, good night
good night, not good bye