Do u see my daddy?
Do you see him really?
Do u see him dying inside?
For the child he loved so dearly?
Or do you see him being strong?
An arm around my mummy,
Do you see him cry at night?
Or is he trying to be funny?
He has to be the man,
Hold tight onto the tears,
He can't show you or anybody,
his deepest darkest fears.
He has to put on the brave face
so everything seem fine!
but trust me deep inside him,
he's crying all the time.
He wanted to teach me football,
play fight on the floor,
he wanted to carry me in his arms,
to show off and adore.
Instead he felt so useless,
as he sat by mummies side,
as she pushed me into the world,
and everyone but me cried.
So don't think he's not hurting,
and don't think it is wrong,
to give him a gentle cuddle,
tell him he don't need to be strong.
Let him cry on your shoulder,
because my daddy is hurting too,
everyone cuddles my mummy,
my daddy don't know what to do!!
If I could I'd kiss him,
and say,'' hey I look like you,''
I love my daddy so dearly,
remember he's a parent too.
His mates think he's still one of the lads,
great, good fun ,still him,
sending their love to my mummy,
he wink at them and grin.
But in his soul he's dieing,
a missing piece is gone,
what about my daddy?
He didn't do anything wrong!
Don't treat him like a leper,
or without the softer touch.
Remember to treat them both the same,
for he loved me just as much.