My First Borrowing
Candles glowing gently in the dark
A clock is ticking softly in the night
And I swiftly walk
in my father's steps
On my tiptoes, quiet as a mouse
Father, dear father
Will you be proud of me?
I wish I could be
Just like you
The house is sleeping and we must be still
A forbidden world on the other side
And my heart's beating, my heart's beating wild
I can do it all with you by my side
Father, dear father
Will you be proud of me?
I wish I could be
Just like you
Writer/s: Cecile Corbel
