someday, somewhere, he will come
he will come to renew my life again
to tell me the story of every night
to play with me, to sing with me
haaaaahooooooohaaaheeeee
to push me while I riding my bike
to raise me up when I success
to stand behind the door,
watching me pray for him
to wipe my tears
to kill my fears
to share my dreams
to draw a picture for him and me,
The sun behind us, the tree above us
then I woke up. Oh I was lying beneath the stars
is this was real, , or I was just in a dream
Oh oh oh no, , it wasn't just a dream
It's a prediction that he is coming to share my dreams
Abdallah Gamal
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/he-is-coming-back/
