Where's my stories

It seems like there's a million
I used to love and listen to the greats
Laughing was always my favorite
I want to tell them but they seem to have dissapeared
I'm looking back and I don't see much
Just a bunch of dirt in the air
What's the big deal?
Why is this so difficult?
We were a group
Why did they want to leave?
They didn't
I want to bring the dead to life
I want to bring my Dad back to life
I don't want him to get drunk
Or yell
Or leave
Or die
Where did the stories go?
Why can't I tell them?
Or can I?
I wasn't born with the gift
Not the whole gift
The other half is work
That's where I am