Tatty My King | Waterbury Mesivta @ Boca Raton Synagogue

David composed this song was the 10th grade. Millions in the world throughout the world people have heard this song and a 10th grader in Yeshiva felt this song. It's his aunt and uncle are sitting right here. One of the people who arranged this gathering tonight. So I'm sure it's appropriate. >> [music] >> I was you. [music] Maybe you can [singing] tell me who I am. [music] I've been lost too long [singing] to know where I belong. [music] In the end, my [singing] only hope is that you all I [music] am [singing] supposed to see with so many questions I had to ask. >> Now I'm standing [singing] here alone. I'm losing all and in the end my tears are falling [music] my king. Father I play. [singing] Don't ever [music] let ever let go of me. Ever let ever let [music] go of me. That [singing] day I came. [music] Father, I play. Don't ever let ever let go of me. [music] Ever let ever let go of me. >> You realize [music] that you will see. I'll [singing] follow your plan. Just don't let [music] go of my [singing] hands on my king. Father, [music and singing] I don't ever let ever let [music] go of me. Ever let [singing] go of me. [music] >> [music]