On a trip

by Haley   Jul 12, 2006


Daddy, I reached for you
but you never held on
it wasnt a smart thing to do
so, now you're gone
I pretend like you're on a trip
just so I wouldn't cry
but then I remebered
the way that you died

you were on a trip
so I couldnt say goodbye
but I new something happed
while you were away
so I remember everything that happend that day
daddy if you were here I would tell you these things
so daddy, I want you to hear the words my heart sings:

Daddy, I missed the way you'd let me stay up late
and when you were coming, I just couldn't wait
I hope you can hear me, daddy are you there?
because I want you to know that I'm happy you cared.

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