Lost daddy

by Emily Eaton   Jan 20, 2005


She\'s sits alone in a room
so bare
sitting on a chair combing her hair
humming the song her daddy
once did
when she was very young maybe just a kid.

Believing and hoping
that he\'d return one day
to comb her hair tell stories
and play.

16 years old now she wanders why
he left so quickly without
a goodbye.
She looks in the mirror
her skin so white
looks just like her daddy
she turns out the light

Fighting so hard to just let go
for the feeling to fade and not put on show.
like a dagger inside her
for eight or so years
since her daddy walked out
and left her in tears.

She remains sat in the room
now as dark as night
like her faith and beliefs
now out of sight
wishing each year on each birthday wish
to see him again, for a fatherly
kiss.

Goodnight dear daddy wherever
you are
Im still your daughter near or far
sweet dreams dear daddy
if you could only see,
see my poor face the day you left me.

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