He's returning from the river
Sooner than I know
It feels like he could drown me
when I'm sleeping and alone
"Just give him a chance, he's your father after all"
But how could you say that to a man that hurt them all.
So reluctant to even say his name
But yet so eger to salvage all his broken parts to possibly put something together that was never there.
So I can have a dad, so that we can forget all the pain
So I can dance with him and we can act all fine.
But I truly don't know the man behind his silver eyes
What has he done? Why was he wasted so many years.
It would be great to have a dad.
But this man is a stranger, a person I can barely say I know.
I person I know from photo albums and stories.
His name is always spoken softly in the corner like it's a forbidden word
My life is so much more complicated with him in it.
Like restrains around my neck choking me if I ever try to go any further.
Your princess.
Your baby girl.
It not a baby anymore
