Daddy I love that every night
we're together and we pray.
But then when we are finished
I wish that you would stay.
You always rush off, things to do
Is all that you would say
I�ve questions about living,
I wish that you would stay.
His face looks up expectantly
expecting me to say
that I must go and do my stuff
but eagerly I stay.
I�ve always rushed off in the past
because of things to do
Those things don�t seem important now
as I look back in the room.
I'v questions about living
I've questions of his day
I've question what he's learning now
I listen to all he'll say.
Why do we put ourselves through this?
Worse yet, we do to them.
They're only little for a while
If we miss it, what then?