A Wondering Heart

I sometimes lie in my bed, wondering why you said good-bye to life I sometimes lie in the grass, wondering why you kept it from the whole family. I sometimes sit on the side of your grave, wondering why you were so calm through it all. I sometimes sit next to granny, wondering why i don't feel your presents around us. I sometimes sit next to dad, wondering why i don't see your spirit sitting around us. I sometimes stand in your room, wondering if your standing next to me. I sometimes lie in my bed crying, wondering if your crying with me. I sometimes lie by your grave, wondering if you hear my wondering heart. Its saying why... Why my papa? Out of all of the papa's in the world, why mine? what does mine have that no other has? He's got me. I love you Papa! From your Babygirl!