Somtimes, when I look at you -
I want to yell!
Sometimes, when I see you
I want to scream!
Why can't he love me
Like you do?
Why can't he see me
As you can?
If he is my father,
Why do you play his role?
How can you love me as your own,
When he doesn't?
Why do you spend time with me,
When he won't?
How can you hold me as I cry,
When he turns his head?
The only answer
I can think of:
While he may be my father,
You must be my Dad.
Thanks