Waiting in a dark room,
With thoughts that make me wonder,
Why did papa leave?
Why am I alone?
The lady, behind the door,
She makes me bare the pain,
I don't want this.
I want papa.
The confusion,
The love,
It drives me to fight for him.
But even in my darkest days,
I decided that,
If I ever met him,
He would love me.
Am I wrong?
Does my papa want to kill me?
So be it!
Even if he tells me,
That work was for nothing,
I will bare the crave,
That I have,
For every step we take,
He tells me,
I love you,
And wishes that, together,
We will never fall apart.