As I watch you walk from me,
I feel like I am all but three.
Why, Daddy, must you go?
To protect world,
One day you'll know.
I want to scream, I want to cry;
Instead I whisper, please don't die.
And here I stand as the years have passed,
Holding my daughter the same questions asked.
His answer is different,
And yet much the same.
To protect this little one he says,
I'll go out with no fame.
I watch you turn and walk from me,
And somewhere inside I cry out.
Daddy,
Why must you go?
We both need you so badly.
I want my children and grandchildren to always be free,
That's why I fight.
Now do you see? |
