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BlackManFux
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My father was in the USMC and I wrote this when I was about 13, or 14...there were times when my father worked a 2nd job to be able to provide for us...and as such the "father-daughter" time was non existant.
Tomorrow night he'll play with me,
that's what the young girl said
As she slowly climbed the lonely stairs
and put herself to bed.
I know my daddy loves me
she kept saying in her head
He's such a very busy man
and he must work instead.
But somehow deep inside
she knew that it was true
that tomorrow wouldn't come
for the next day's busy too.
Still weeks pass by
and turn to years
The little girl is waiting
although it is with tears
The little girl has grown
and she has teenage fears
Oh why won't daddy talk with me
but this is all she hears
I'll talk with you tomorrow night
I'm awfully busy right now
I really want to talk to you
but can't find the time somehow
And so she climbs the stairs
Her tender heart so crushed
by all the years she was put off
by a daddy always rushed.
I can kind of relate to this. Thanks SD.