Is There Still Time?

She use to tell me stories about
How you were her life.
Mostly stories about how you didnt Want to leave that night.

Uncle use to tell me how you were an angel from above.
Mostly how you gave my mom
Something greater than his love.

Daddy is a special word that many get to say.
Often I just sit here wanting that word to go away.

Know I dont miss you
I hardly even care.
I just feel sorry for you because you were never there.

Like when it came time to learn how
To ride a bike I had something
The other girls didn\'t I had fallen a hundred times
Before I got it right.

No one there to catch me
As I began to drift aside.
No daddy trailing on after me
Looking down at me with so much pride.

The time came to ride no more hours left to stall.
When that day ended I was the only girl who didnt fall.

Daddies came rushing in to
Make sure their angels were alright.
As for me I rode home alone
In the middle of the night.

Years began to pass
Time began to change.
Yet I stand in this rain not
Even knowing your name.

I have accomplished things many
Dream to do.
I am only seventeen so is there still
time to show that I am good for you.

NO I do not miss you
I said I didnt care.
But I do feel sorry for you cause
You will never be there.

Shocked at how I write this now
Without even a drop of love.
But who could blame me?

I could never feel compassion towardone Iâ??ve never even hugged.