Your big arms that held me so safe
Your stubbly face…
Where did you go daddy?
To fight wars that weren’t yours
Now mamma sleeps a lot daddy
The house is quiet…
I’m not a little girl anymore daddy
She picked up your gun
And put on her mamma’s makeup,
Where are you daddy?
I can feel an essence of you in his arms,
Still he holds me with his big arms,
You aren’t here to fight for me now,
Even big girls need a lap to fall into daddy,
Maybe he’ll grow some someday.
Where are you daddy?
I still hold the post a tough girl,
Someone has to be daddy,
He wants me to come away with him daddy,
She finds a new daddy every other month,
So I think its okay for me to go away…
He’s my daddy now,
Goodbye daddy…where ever you are.
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