Daddy
It hurts when you talk about my dad,
It hurts to know he was found dead,
It hurts so much I want to cry,
But all in all I just sigh,
It hurts to know I won't see him again,
That he won't be there when I need him,
It hurts to know he won't see me grow up,
To see all my dreams come true and other stuff,
It hurts to know he will never be there,
It hurts to know he won't get to be my dad,
That even if I'm here he will still be dead,
One day I'll get over it,
Till then I'll just think of him,
With all the pictures and memories of him,
To me it will be like he's really here
Copyright © Marybel Ortega | Year Posted 2005
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