David creekmoore

Broken

As I sit here crying and sad

Wishing I could still be your dad

I\'m hoping there\'s a chance

I could see you at least a glance.

 

I just want to here your cry 

And see the color of your eyes

Wishing to hold you close

And kiss your little baby nose.

 

As I sit here and shed these tears

I face parent\'s fears

The fear of not seeing your face

Or pretend we\'re flying in outer space.

The fear of not seeing you grow

The fear of not counting your toes.

 

Can\'t see your first day of school

Or see you mad because your friends think I\'m cool.

Can\'t teach you to throw a ball

Or pick you up when you fall.

 

I won\'t get to hold you little baby

Or see whether you\'re a man or a lady.

This is just alot of pain

All my tears will leave a stain

They\'ll stain my heart and the ground.

They\'ll affect everyone all around.

 

These words come from a big broken heart.

Because that\'s where the pain seems to start.