My Dad

by Rain   Jun 23, 2006


He walked away and left me here,
when I think of him it brings me tears.

I really hate him but miss him too,
you're lucky if yours lives with you.

It makes me mad and really sad,
that I have no one to call "My Dad".

I have not seen him in five years,
when I think of him it brings me tears.

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