Waiting

Waiting The hair on my head falls out as I wait I wait for you in the seat of my living room having a couple of shots thinking about what you are up to waiting for my phone to ring so that I know that you are coming home to me I wonder what your doing at this time its past five and you are still no where to be seen I finally get a call when the clock hits 6:30 the police department called and said you were part of a crime scene you were my baby girl and we knew you had an important task in this world I am devastated now thinking about what I could have done to save you I just had to realize that you were my baby girl and that I loved you.