He stood on her doorstep, hopes and dreams in his
Wrinkled hands,
Longing for some peace,
If only he could help her understand
He's not a bad man
Whatever words her momma told her
About her deadbeat dad, they're not true
He was just lonely and sad.
He's old now
Almost time for him to die
But he's not gonna leave until the truth in
His eyes
Reaches her heart, makes her see
"I just want a friendship,
You and me,"
Words tumbling from stuttering lips
She stands and stares,
Her baby on her hip,
Here was her daddy, left only as
Foggy memory,
On her doorstep, begging for
Another chance,
She closed the door on that
Sad and lonely man,
His hopes and dreams now broken,
Dead in wrinkled hands.