A while ago,
I looked at a picture of me as a baby,
Being help in my father's arms,
Like a blanket of safety.
The child smiles up at the dad,
New eyes full or wonder,
You'd never believe,
Her happiness would plunder.
The father looks down at her,
With eyes full of love and hope,
You'd never believe,
They'd come across anything with which they couldn't cope.
He had two other daughters,
And was exited for the third,
Over his three little girls,
There was nothing he preferred.
He looked at her like she was his everything,
His sun, moon, and stars,
But since then, my friend,
We have come quite far.
As I looked at this picture,
I sobbed and wiped a tear from my eye,
For to say she stayed perfect,
Would be an outright lie.
As I cried I whispered apologies over and over,
For now I doubt that he still loves her.
Dad, I'm so sorry,
The last thing I meant in the world,
Was to fuck up so bad,
And hurt your precious little baby girl.