A daddy's girl is what I was,
but all that precious time,
has become lost.

holding his hand tight,
in fear he would take flight,
in the cool blanket of the night.

his shadow still exists in my palm,
he is the reason of being how I am,
even though I'm doing all I can.

he used to rock me,
and brush my weave,
how unfair can this be?

to have your pa gone,
what have I done?
for him to go for so long.