Category: Writing and Poetry
My Dad, he tells alot of lies,
He never did before,
But from now until he dies,
He'll tell a whole lot more...
Ask my Dad how he is,
And because he can't explain,
He will tell a little lie,
Because he can't describe the pain...
Ask my dad how he is,
And he'll say "alright",
But if that's really the truth,
Tell me why does he cry each night...
Ask my Dad how he is,
He seems to cope so well,
He didn't have a choice you see,
Or the strength to yell...
Ask my Dad how he is,
"I'm fine, I'm well, I'm coping",
For God's sake Dad, just tell the truth,
Just say your heart is broken...
He'll love me all his life,
I loved him all of mine,
But if you ask him how he is,
He'll lie and say "just fine"...
I am here in Heaven,
I can not hug from here,
So if he lies...don't listen,
Hug him and hold him near...
On the day we meet again,
We'll smile and I'll be bold,
I'll say "You're lucky to get in here Dad,
With all the lies you told".
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