I wake up at night, and i think of him,
it's just like waking up to a night that is dim.
i wonder what my daddy does fighting the war,
if he ever wants to come home anymore.
i wake up at night and look at the sky,
praying and hoping that time flies by.
i wonder if he will ever come back home,
i don't know what tol do, i feel so alone.
sometimes i dream that i can hear his voice,
i want to take back time, i wish he had a choice.
i see him in my presence, i feel him tucking me in,
i cry at night for the times back then.
when we were happy and never ever sad,
the father every child wished they had.
everything cant be perfect, it's not just about me,
thinking about the time he said"Be All you Can Be"!
i find a letter, written of my father,
i should have burned it, it was such a bother.
i was told my father had been killed,
i couldn't believe it, he was always strong-willed.
he was gone, and i was forever alone.
i couldnt cry forever, i was on my own.
he was my father, but a father i never really had,
and now i have to go on without my dad.
and now as i grow old, my heart grows colder,
I'm living my life as the "Daughter of a Soldier".
