I woke up one morning and he was gone
by Faith Vetter
he was gone my daddy
and he would never be home again.
He was gone my daddy
the one who always showed his love, the one who always understood.
The one who always brushed my hair,
combed and put ribbons in my hair,
he was the one who picked my up when i fell and skinned my knee:
Oh my daddy, my daddy.
I still remember all the things he tought me- but he was gone
and i was to young to understand
he said the just didnt get along.
I hardly ever saw him.
My daddy, who was always there,
my daddy, who always cared.
It seemed he just didnt have time for me but also was also
ten years ago and I think know i understand.
But theres one question that remains and thats
Why oh Lord, did this have to happen to me?
Why didi my daddy have to go and leave me alone?
She says that hes alcoholic, a person who has a disease and needs
But can only get it if he wants it
He must admit to himself that he is sick and needs help.
he knows this know and so do I
now its too late he's already gone.
he's remarried now and he has a new lil' princess
who he brushes, combs, and put ribbons in her hair.
But Lord this is so unfair! ! !
He's my daddy and he needs help
but I feel so helpless Lord because it seems he still doent have time for me.
I LOVE MY DADDY, WHOM I HARDLY EVER SEE.
AND EVEN MORE WHEN I THINK ABOUT HOW MUCH HE MUST LOVE ME.