He's ill

Got a letter this morning,
telling me about my dad,
It was from the hospital,
it made me feel real sad,

To know he's gone all crazy,
like he did the times before,
but it is not his fault,
now I cry on the floor,

I don't know what to do,
I'm scared and all confused,
My dad has never been there,
I feel I'm being used,

But he's still my dad,
I have to stick by his side,
When all I want to do,
is run away and hide,

It's the first time I had a letter,
saying I'm his next of kin,
So the responsibility is upon me,
God, he's wearing me thin,

I want to do what's right,
but I feel i am to young,
To understand his illness,
and what he has become,

So tonight I'll say a prayer,
here, just for you dad,
To hurry up and get better,
and there's no need to be sad.

Copyright 2006 - Amanda Linzi