When Daddy packs his bags to go,
The silence speaks in volumes low,
A child's heart feels the blow,
As shadows from the parting grow.
His footsteps echo, strong and deep,
A rhythm that the night will keep,
A promise that he's theirs to keep,
In whispered dreams before they sleep.
The door may close, a chapter ends,
But time, the great healer, mends,
And though the path ahead wends,
Love's compass true direction sends.
For Daddy's love is like the sun,
Even when the day is done,
It lingers when the night's begun,
A reminder of the battles won.
So let the tears not fall in vain,
For Daddy's love will still remain,
In every joy, in every pain,
A bond that time cannot contain.
