It was icy cold and dreary out,
the worst weather that we've had.
I was waiting up well after twelve,
praying for my dad.
The wind was blowing, something fierce,
and I was scared inside.
I ran into my closet,
for the safest place to hide.

It wasn't to long after that,
when I heard the door.
I think it was, but not for sure,
somewhere about four.
Running to the living room,
I saw a figure there.
My mom was talking to the cop's,
when I had stopped to stare.

I can't remember what was said,
that night so long ago.
The one thing I had always asked,
Where did my daddy go?
There was a lot of crying then,
inside my mothers eyes.
I would listen at her bedroom door,
and hear her muffled cries.

I've grown up a lot since then,
that night my father died.
Now I know the reason why,
everyone had lied.
My father had got really drunk,
and tried to drive his car.
And when I prayed that prayer that night,
there was a falling star.

The angels came and took my dad,
up to heaven above.
There he sits with God's good care,
and filled with so much love.
I know what happened, to my dad,
that night so long ago.
And if I need an angel now,
I know my dad will show.