A little girl, brightly smiling
To the man she calls her dad.
But she has to leave, starts crying
He is sick, her mother said

She didn't understand,
What was wrong with him?
An answer she demand
But her mothers answers slim

A sickness in his head,
Not somtething to be fixed
"He was never there", she said
13, and still no answers clicked

The past, the present, hit at once,
A father but never quite a dad
All she wanted was the truth
Did that make her bad?

Now seventeen, she partly understands,
He truly loves her, she knows,
She grabbed her fathers hands,
And share the pain he shows

He hasn't been perfect,
But there were troubles in his mind
Sometimes lost in shadows
Searching for peace he couldn't find