I remember when i
was 3, you told me a
bedtime story, while
i sat upon your knee.
You kissed me on the
head, and told me good
night. You told me to
close my eyes, and
everything will be alright.
What ever happened to
those days. We would
go out side, and look
at the clouds in a daze.
Everything change, when
you went away. Mommy
was scared, she didn't
know what to say.
You've seen me grow
up, but only for a
year or two. You don't
call anymore, I'm starting
to think that you don't want
me know do you?
Dads are suppose to be
there through thick or
thin. But you've never
been there, you just don't
understand.
I'm a young lady and
still need the monsters
chased away. Even though
I'm a teen, i still need you every
day.
At night when i go to bed,
i read a story to myself.
And when i go to bed, i chase
my own monsters away.
Every time before i go to
bed, i turn on the light,
just in case, you want to
come see me tonight....
and then i close my eyes,
and dream, so you can
come and kiss me....
