Reaching out to her father but he doesn't want to know, the pain behind her eyes you can see she's feeling low.

Reaching out for answers its been almost thirty years, left empty inside wondering why he never cares.

Reaching out for love from her father in which she has craven, trying to settle the storm within to create her own inner sweet haven.

Reaching out to his stepdaughter over social media, after years of engine searches from google to wikipedia.

Reaching out for a chance to meet the dad who got scared and closed the door, another slap in the face from her big brown eyes the tears they pour.

Reaching out for closure to understand what she did that was wrong, the need to seem him daily is forever growing strong

Reaching out for his explanation he can't even give her that, not even in a letter or face to face in chat.

Reaching out in hope that somehow, someday just maybe, he'll fall in love with her again just like when she was a baby.

Reaching out for his affection she's missed out on having her dad, all the father daughter things, something she has never had.

Reaching out in desperation it hurts her deep and raw, something that has never healed it hurts right through to the core.

Reaching out to her daddy she's not mad or full of hate, she won't accept that this was written as part of her own fate.