Oh the pain that calls from deep within,
Calling from my soul.
Calling from my soul.
How am I
supposed to know what a father is?
He tells me
that he needs to know how he should be
And all my
heart can cry is “You should know, you’re the Daddy”
I try to
think of what I want and need,
But all the
answers seem hidden by another’s greed.
I cannot
see past the years of hurt that grandpa put on Daddy and me…
And I do
not know where else I might be able to see…
Where
should I look, how can I see, what a father is like,
What a
daddy should be?
If there is
a way, a place, a time, Help me God, to find,
A way to
get my daddy back before I run out of time….
For none of
us will live forever
And some of
us are almost done…
And Daddy
is getting older still….
How can I
know, oh please, someone show…
How can I
know just what daddy needs to know…
To be a
daddy to me.
By Mindy Hawk. All rights reserved.
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