When's dad coming home?

Dad was young when he died
he was only forty-seven
Mum told us he'd gone to Jesus
she said he was in heaven

the night he died I didn't cry
I thought he would come home
didn't realize he'd gone forever
surely he would phone

as the days went by
and the days turned into years
suddenly it dawned on me
the years confirmed my fears

my dad wasn't coming back
I'd waited all these years...
"don't leave me Dad," I cried
as I fought back the tears

each night I'd sit by my bed
and say a prayer for Dad
in my prayers I would ask
"God, why have you made me sad?"

people say the good die young
to me that didn't seem quite right
why did they take my dad away?
I just want him to hold me tight

I loved cuddles from my dad
the gentle touch he had
he had such a special way
especially when I felt sad

even though I'm forty now
I'd love a cuddle from my Dad
to feel his reassuring words
and the warmth his smile had

"and Dad, even though we're apart,
I just want you to say
you'll always live on in my heart,
forever and a day".................