My daddy has a job,
And it makes the Angels cry.
It isn't really supposed to,
He doesn't even try.
He always watches over me,
And tries to help me fly,
But he can never hold me,
And that makes the Angels cry.
My daddy always loved me,
He said it everyday.
I know that he still does,
Even though he cannot say.
My daddy watches over me,
Until the day I die,
'Till then he cannot hold me,
And the Angels will still cry.
Written 7-21-13
I Illustrated it on 3-9-14
It was written for both my step father who had raised me from six months old until I was seven. He died in a car accident.
And also a man who was like my father, who died due to a heart attack almost two years ago.
I love you both with all my heart, Rest in Peace.
