3. And To Your Soul, My Dear Dad

Sorry Daddy... Sorry for breaking your heart
And sorry for letting you down,
Sorry for not giving you the thrill of your life
Walking me down the aisle in white,
And handing me over to a loving, caring man

I tried, Dad,
I swear I tried,
But I failed,
And I knew I hurt you

It’s my destiny Daddy
That love sources my agony,
And the hurts of those whom I love

But I’m sure you, now, understand
And your spirit is around
Guarding me forever

Bear no worries Daddy
For I’m not alone,
My Brothers are taking good care of your flower
And their children are like my own

I miss you Daddy,
And I miss all that tender loving care

Till we meet again
My Dear Sweet Daddy

THIS IS FOR YOU...

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