The Man I Never Knew

The Man I Never Knew

Sitting at his old desk,
Leaning back in his old chair,
I wondered about the man
my mom told me was my dad

I never did get to know him
He died before I was born.
All I have of him is this picture to hold
and the stories I've been told

They say he was a hard man,
quiet and hardly spoke to anyone.
Always minded his own business
and never trusted no one

I often wonder why he was that way
Mom says he never talked about his past.
If only he was still alive,
I have so many questions I want to ask...

Like all the things he left unsaid...
Did he really love my mom?
If yes..than why didn't he ever tell her?
It's been years and she's waited too long

And where was he going the night he died?
Was he planning on running away?
Did he feel all alone and afraid?
Did he know I was coming and why didn't he stay?

So many question left unanswered...

Holding his picture, I look into his face
I see dark brown eyes just like mine
Eyes that seem to look deep inside me,
hardened and hadn't shed a tear one time.

How I regret I never knew him
Perhaps I could've made him smile.
Somehow see the world through my eyes
If we were together even just for awhile

I hope he knows that Mom and I are okay,
that he's always with us wherever we go.
Despite not knowing what his true feelings are,
I love him and thats all I really want him to know