Daddy was never here

Every year i wondered,
every year i waited,
every year i was hurt
and felt i had been traded.

when this time came and went,
and again i felt alone,
my mum would always say,
this is your home.

my mum would cuddle and comfort me,
and wipe away the tears,
the truth is she would say,
daddy was never here.

there was a man i called my dad,
a nasty piece of work,
he used to hit and tease us,
and call my mum a flirt.

this man was so cruel,
he raised his hand to a 6 year old,
i at the time was eight,
and already i turned cold.

there was nothing i could do,
my mother did not know,
how could i tell her,
that her lover was really her foe.

i have never had a father,
i have never had a dad,
this sometimes gets to me,
and makes me rather sad.

all i ever wanted,
was someone in the crowd,
to watch me in the concert,
and shout my name out loud.

but it doesn't matter,
because i don't care,
that the truth is,
daddy was never there.