I sit alone; I try to understand the pain
Why do I only get to hear your voice?
I don’t look at our situation with disdain
I understand, this was no one’s choice
Sometimes I cry, kneeling by your bed
and other times I smile at the memories
Like the funny little things you’ve said
or giggles on a swing in a summer’s breeze
Anyway, Daddy’s ready to dry the tears
A perfect plan, difficult to understand, maybe,
but The Lord has calmed daddy’s fears
I’m coming for you, I miss you baby
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