somtimes i hear your voice,
calling through the pain.

So many nights ive dreamt,
that you would live again.

To hold me in your arms
like a father should.

to wipe away the tears
i know you wish you could.

The darkness comes at night,
and scares me everytime

i wish you could lay me down
and sing that nusery rhym.

The one you used to sing
when i felt alone,

when you and mum were gone
and left me there at home. 

i dont understand it, 
my sisters never cried.

i broke down so young
when they said you died.

Dont they care at all?
for the man you used to be?

i see so much of you
living inside of me.