He held my hand when I was scared
He tucked me in and taught me to share.
He told me he would never leave
And told me that he wasn't a thieve.

What it was I never knew
Is what real fathers are suppose to do.

He was a liar
A stealer too.

But fought battles that where hot as fire.
He may of tried his best
But he didn't pass the test.

Now sitting here in misery
Not knowing how to deal with grief
I may not be with him again
Even if he deals with his sins.

He left me.
I now I have no hand to hold......