He can't remember the times that he thought
"does my daddy love me? probably not."
that didn't stop him wishin' that he did.
did'nt keep him from want, worshiping him.
He guesses he saw him 'bout once a year.
he can still feel the way he felt, standing in tears,
stretchin' his arms out as far as they'd go
and whisperin' "daddy, i want you to know.."
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"i love you this much and i'm waitin' on you,
to make up your mind. "do you love me too?
how ever long it takes,
i'm never givin' up, no matter what,
i love you this much."
Grew to hate him, what he had done,
cuz "what kind of father'd do that to his son?"
he said "damn you, daddy!" the day that he died. the man didn't blink, but the little boy cried...
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Half way through the service, while the choir sang a hymn,
he looked up above the preacher, and he sat and stared at him.
He said "forgive me, father." for he realized
that he hadn't been unloved for long all his life.
his arms were stretched out, as far as they'd go,
nailed to the cross, for the whole world to know...
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