The Window

Looking out the window but I still didn't see, Still waiting for daddy to come for me. He's not here again today, I'll just wait for tomorrow for us to play. Tomorrow I'll be especially good, so he'll come see me like he said he would. I want to hug him and for him to kiss me, I wonder if he has really missed me. This window holds the reflection of me crying, as I sit and wonder if you are even trying. I thought I seen your car pass by, Daddy, I'm waiting, stop making me cry.