When My Little Girl Calls
Someone Else Daddy
It feels so right to pull away I don't love her anyway,
I deserve to live, and be free I'll find happiness somewhere else, you'll see.
But in those lonely hours, the ones so quiet, the flashbacks, the
memories of the happy times we had, but NO!, they can't outweigh the pain and misery I've been through.
But there's one thought that I can't shake, my precious little girl. She
always looks at me with trust as if to say "daddy can do no wrong". I
remember the time she fell and scraped her knee, when I kissed it and
told her, "now it'll be all right", she stopped crying and gave me a big
hug. I can also remember the time I overheard her talking to a friend
and bragging on "her daddy". When ever I would mess up she was
always there to love me just as if I had fallen and hurt myself. It didn't
seem to matter anymore what I had done or said to her mommy and her ... she just loved her daddy.
Now, when I start to think about life without my wife, I can't rid myself
of the thoughts that I'll also be without my little girl. The thought of
some other man being called "daddy". . . and when she gets hurt, it'll be
him that kisses her and tells her "it'll be all right now". It'll be him who
will be there for her when she goes to school for the first time, or has
her first date, or graduates from high school. Some other "daddy" will
look into those moist beautiful eyes and see the "he can do no wrong"
look. When I think about these things my heart cries "NO!" I can't
leave all of that to someone else. I must be the one, and only one, she calls "daddy".
When I think on these things, I realize that what I am going through
with my wife will never be bad enough to cause me to make my little girl call someone else "daddy".
by Larry G. Wyatt ©
Someone Else Daddy
It feels so right to pull away I don't love her anyway,
I deserve to live, and be free I'll find happiness somewhere else, you'll see.
But in those lonely hours, the ones so quiet, the flashbacks, the
memories of the happy times we had, but NO!, they can't outweigh the pain and misery I've been through.
But there's one thought that I can't shake, my precious little girl. She
always looks at me with trust as if to say "daddy can do no wrong". I
remember the time she fell and scraped her knee, when I kissed it and
told her, "now it'll be all right", she stopped crying and gave me a big
hug. I can also remember the time I overheard her talking to a friend
and bragging on "her daddy". When ever I would mess up she was
always there to love me just as if I had fallen and hurt myself. It didn't
seem to matter anymore what I had done or said to her mommy and her ... she just loved her daddy.
Now, when I start to think about life without my wife, I can't rid myself
of the thoughts that I'll also be without my little girl. The thought of
some other man being called "daddy". . . and when she gets hurt, it'll be
him that kisses her and tells her "it'll be all right now". It'll be him who
will be there for her when she goes to school for the first time, or has
her first date, or graduates from high school. Some other "daddy" will
look into those moist beautiful eyes and see the "he can do no wrong"
look. When I think about these things my heart cries "NO!" I can't
leave all of that to someone else. I must be the one, and only one, she calls "daddy".
When I think on these things, I realize that what I am going through
with my wife will never be bad enough to cause me to make my little girl call someone else "daddy".
by Larry G. Wyatt ©