I would like to go

to where the football glows

in an early autumn sun.

Then when I was just a son

with my dad and friends.

What takes us back to our soul

after we have grown so old?

What are we really

before the eyes of God?

We must be his children

with a family and friends.

We must be playing football

on a day that never ends.

But, dad, your eyes are closing

as I now gaze on you.

Your eyes, my eyes,

and our life together too.

I need you to know

that you will see me again.

I need you to know

that I will never leave.

For I will be here

praying on my knees.

And they will be the same prayers

that you taught me long ago.

So go, go back to her,

my mother and her smile.

Go as a father, a child,

as all you have ever been

in the early autumn wind.