Everywhere I go I see a father
Then I always think ' Why don't I have a father'
I know the painful answer yet I hate it so much
Why should I fall under this misery
To have a father I barely remember
Yet my mother speaks so bitterly of him
My father who drank the day away
Forgot about his family he had to support
Words cannot describe the pain we suffer
As the little ones ask me where my father is I mumble a pathetic lie
The man known as my ' father'