FATHERLESS CHILD


FATHERLESS CHILD

WHEN YOU’RE WALKING DOWN THE STREET, DO YOU EVER JUST STOP AND LOOK AROUND AND WONDER TO YOURSELF, “ONE OF THESE MEN THAT I SEE RIGHT NOW CAN BE MY FATHER.”




ARE YOU MY DADDY? ARE YOU MY DADDY? OR ARE YOU MY DADDY?

WHERE IS MY DADDY? WHO IS MY DADDY?

DID I GET MY SENSE OF HUMOR FROM HIM? DID I GET MY TALENTS AND ABILITIES FROM HIM? MY SMILE, THE WAY I WALK, IS THAT FROM HIM?

DADDY, WHERE ARE YOU?

I NEED YOU TO TEACH ME THOSE THINGS THAT ONLY A FATHER CAN TEACH HIS CHILD.

WAS I NOT CUTE ENOUGH FOR YOU? DID I CRY TOO MUCH AS A BABY? DID I GET TO BE TOO EXPENSIVE FOR YOU TO TAKE CARE OF ME?

DADDY, EVERYONE SAYS I’M CUTE. I DON’T CRY AS MUCH ANYMORE, JUST WHEN I THINK ABOUT YOU. I’VE BEEN SAVING UP SOME MONEY SO I CAN HELP YOU TAKE CARE OF ME.

DADDY, WHAT DID I DO? WHAT DO I NEED TO DO SO THAT YOU WILL BE A PART OF MY LIFE?


Daddy, I love you

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