My dad has many problems
With drinking and himself
My mom and him split up 
When i was old enough to tell

The many times i remember
How much fun we had 
But never had i thought it would lead to an end

Never being able to see him
Knowing that he's sick
I wish i had the dad that i could be spoiled with

I love him very much
Even though i know
I wont ever get the chance to tell him what i know
 
I pray every night 
That he will get better
But its hard to know that hes close to an end

All i can do is pray now
It is in God's hands
I know how much he loves me and the quilt he lives with 

I hope one day that all this goes away
The pain, the quilt, the sickness.
And that one day... i can call myself Daddy's Girl.