Hey Dad I’m asking that you bring me home I can’t make it through life alone I’m struggling through my problems all alone There’s people here, but they don’t understand They’re not going through the life I am I just want to come home and stay I don’t know about you, but I can’t wait until that day When I’m home and everything’s ok I want to come home so people can’t affect the way I feel And the promises people make are real
Dad, I want you to come pick me up today And take me to that place in the sky Where’s there’s no hunger and there’s no pain I want to come home where I don’t have to worry about money because my bank is low Dad I’m tired of being here on Earth So I’m asking that you come down from the Heavens and bring me home
This isn't a poem about my biological Father. It's a poem about God.