For which the answer I daily strive

It eats away at my soul every day

And it haunts me with the things I say

Why didnt you stick around?

to watch me grow, while feelings I found

Why didnt you want to play?

the games I learned in childhood days

Why did you leave me so young?

these tears I cry, have since my eyes stung

Why werent you there to act proud?

to stand and cheer for me with the crowd

Why couldnt you at least try?

to stick around, instead of saying goodbye

Wait, you never said goodbye in the first place

You just turned and cowardly ran, no guts, no grace

If I ever find an answer to my question I will be glad

My question simply is ... "Would you have been embarrassed to be my dad?"

I guess you cant answer becuase you never gave me a chance

To show you what I can be, not one, not a single glance

So the answer is left in the shadows of everything

I could have been that princess, and you my handsome king

I have made it this far, with no one to call dad

But I still often wonder, what if I had?

Would I have stayed the same, or would I have not?

Hmmm ... Thats quite an interesting thought