09/25/09
sometimes i lie in bed,
and i wonder where you are
to think that somewhere you may stand
beneath these beautiful stars
lingering memories always course
through my empty mind
of times when i was just a baby,
and you'd hold me from all fright
to be the girl they call their daddy's
to have him to be their
it never was the same with me
if you ever were to compare
i was a girl who grew up without him
no memories of fathers day
and now I've become a girl
who will, never comprehend
if time wasn't only a matter of chance
maybe i could go back and see
to change what happened and stop the wondering
... you could have seen me become three
