When I was a little girl
A girl of only five years
I did not have many reasons
To cry very many tears
But there was once
One time I truly remember
When I woke to find my daddy gone
It was the 15th of December
We were supposed to decorate the Christmas tree that day
I walked in my moms room to find her crying
She told me "Daddy's gone away"
I told her not to worry
He'll come back it will all be fine
But then she told me that
"Daddy's not coming back this time"
I cried all day and waited
Waited for his return
I would not believe my mom
My belief in him held firm
And so it went for days upon end
Finally I gave up, and found a new best friend
It has been eight years now
But still, I remember that day
The day that my mom told me
"Daddy's gone away"