Late Nights of Daddy

Now being grown up today
I remember things from then in a different way
The old brown chair he used to sit in
And beside that on the table lay an old rusty tin
I always wondered why he wasn't more careful
Sometimes to think about it now I get all tearful
The prize to his life lay in that pile of rust
The mirror, the needles and that white chalky dust
Late nights with the T.V.'s soft hum
The swishing sound from the bottle of rum
I remember being wrapped up in my bed
While he got so stoned he almost looked dead
With each dose he took it broke me in a way
Today it's rely hard to find the words to say
I wanted him to stop so bad
I was a little girl I wanted my sweet loving dad
One night I heard no noise
And I got up off the floor from playing with my toys
I opened the door ever so slowly
I went to his side ever so Carefully
I shook him thinking he was asleep
And I fell to the floor and began to weep
My dad who I loved so much
He was clammy and cold to my fingertips touch
My dad was gone how could he do this to me
I loved my daddy so much just wanted him to see
I grew up without my father a choice he made
I often visit his grave and read Bobby Ray Wade
I sit for hours and wonder who he was to me
And remember he never even wanted me to be