THE MAN I ONCE CALLED DAD

At the tender age of five
Her life took a down hill dive

It happened without a hint or clue
It's sad and twisted but true

It happened early in the morning about 12:05
Her hero of a mother was no longer alive

As her mother lay soundless in her bed
Thoughts of flowers and unicorns filled this little girl's head

Not seeing what just took place
In her bed she lay, dreaming, with an emotionless face

She woke up to someone other then her mom,
A cop telling her, It's ok, stay calm

The promise of pancakes in the morning is not what she's thinking about
Because she knows the thought of seeing her mother brings doubt

She was too young to know the details of her mother's death
But she knew her mother loved her until her very last breath

After that she never once saw her dad
All that's left is nothing she once had

She grew up feeling alone
With the facts of that night unknown

She is quiet and cold and now eighteen
And not believing what's on the TV screen

She was watching people confronting their loved-ones killer
As she watched she felt every emotion fill her

Next thing you know, she decided, she too
Would talk to the man who made her living hell true

She was prepared to show her mother's murderer a picture of the family she once had
She walked in, shocked to see the man she once called dad...

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