01-17-2006, 08:27 AM
A mans voice is singing a lullabye at night,
he carries her to bed and pulls the covers up tight.
Quietly he sits on the edge of her bed,
he brushes back her hair, and gently kisses her head.
Good night baby girl he whispers so softly,
she's overwhelmed with feelings of love and safety.
As he closes the door she says, Daddy not to tight,
Its ok sweetie pie, I've turned on the closet light.
In the morning she wakes to find he was never there,
the pain and the emptiness, almost to much to bare.
Never will she feel that safety at night,
that reassuring glow of her closet light.
Still empty and scared now that she's grown,
still secretly longing for a father to call her own.
She hopes one day to set her heart free,
and accept who she is, a daughter without a daddy.
he carries her to bed and pulls the covers up tight.
Quietly he sits on the edge of her bed,
he brushes back her hair, and gently kisses her head.
Good night baby girl he whispers so softly,
she's overwhelmed with feelings of love and safety.
As he closes the door she says, Daddy not to tight,
Its ok sweetie pie, I've turned on the closet light.
In the morning she wakes to find he was never there,
the pain and the emptiness, almost to much to bare.
Never will she feel that safety at night,
that reassuring glow of her closet light.
Still empty and scared now that she's grown,
still secretly longing for a father to call her own.
She hopes one day to set her heart free,
and accept who she is, a daughter without a daddy.