Pa Pa Loyed,this letter I write is for you
(not that you will ever receive it)
The casket has you locked in
You and your dastardly deeds of sin
For no more than a half a score it has been
I was a few years after the age of four
Often at days end,I ask God why I still abhor
Were u too drunk to realize I was a little girl?
I am recently old enough to understand
though, I linger on one question
Did you call yourself a man?
Ive come to a conclusion
Thats why I am the way I am
It used to be confusing
Now its grown to be enraging
Hey Pa Pa, can you hear me?
I don't think I ever got a sincere apology
Maybe your pride got in the way
I wonder if you knew that a little girl forgave you anyway
and for your soul,I prayed
Could u feel them on the eve of your last day?
I recall everything so clearly,
Just like the events from yesterday
The scars run deep inside the subconscious
Through my nightmares they are resurrected
Pondering those years makes me nauses
I was so little,why couldn't you see
I'm writing to let you know,
It died with you,but it haunts me
Now its too late to apologize thy dastardly deed.
