The fourth of four girls. The seventh of nine children.
What chance was there for me anyway?
Was it up to me? Who would make me daddy's girl?
And if I succeeded to get the title would everyone know it?
And if it was in my hands what would I do with it?
I am his fourth daughter but I'm not a daddy's girl
Was it something I did? Or
Was it something I didn't do?
And if I knew the answer could I change things now?
And if I didn't care would I be sitting in this hole?
Dad still ponders on many girls
Will he ever notice the brown eyed does of his loins?
Will it matter if I tell him those sensual beauties are in his past?
And if I clear things up would he thank me?
And if I just kept on going would this yearning go away?
Really? I got a daddy, other girls didn't. Shouldn't that be enough? When I'm looking up to my faithful Father, I am thankful, so very thankful for my dear old dad and perhaps that puts a gleam in my Father's eye.
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