What would my daughter say if she knew that I care?
When looking at the moon and the stars, is she fair?
What would she say if she looked in my eye?
Would she see that they too, are able to cry?

How could I show her the love my heart bleeds?
Would she know if she saw it? Is that what she needs?
When will I find the chance I should take?
When it comes will she think that I'm just a fake?

I think of the days that I missed in her youth.
Does she wonder if she's been mislead in the truth?

I'll not be able to change the tides of the past.
She'll not be able to think that at last
her father would come to her rescue so fast.
But I would, dearest Brandi, no stones would I cast.

I read the poem you wrote from your heart.
I figured you'd think those thoughts from the start.
Yet here we are writing so far apart
about love that should be not left ala-carte.

I think of the days that I missed, can't you see?
Dear Brandi from that, I'll never be free.
But the longer you wait, the longer you flee,
from my love then that's just more lonesome we'll be.

Love,
Daddy
 
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