Daddy where are you?
You are standing right in front of me, but I can't find you.
The child inside of me aches to intertwine her tiny fingers with yours.
She wonders what she did to deserve anything.
Why she was punished for her little mistakes.
Why she was punished for being a kid.
I love you's are a rare thing.
Daddy you are like an idea to me, physically you are here but in your head you are somewhere else.
No gift, no money, can fill the void of your love.
I have a daddy, but he doesn't feel like one.
I am in your home but we barely talk.
At least now, I get to see you, I used to not even get that.
Daddy's at work, he's busy, you can call him.
And now I have you but you are still missing.
Has anyone seen my daddy?
