...but never will.

Little girl, now woman grown, whither do you wander?

To seize the world with acumen and strength you forged in Father's arms?

Little voice, now conscience bright, you ask me where I go?

To Father's grave with joyful spirit free from torment, blame, and slight.

Little girl, now woman grown, did you not love thy Father?

The one who sowed the seeds of strength and acumen your soul imparts?

Little voice, now conscience dark, you ask me if I loved him?

One tear I'll shed, but not for him. Please listen while I make this clear. My tear is for the daddy that I should have had, but never will. For in his death he's lost to me. My pain is done, but hope is, too.