Missing You
I awake in the morning, but your not there
I go to your room only to stare.
To watch over you as you sleep.
To make sure your still breathing so I can sleep..
Your bed now empty, your room at peace
Your toys in the closet, your bike on the street.
I wonder where you are, and what you will do.
When you lay eyes on your father for the first time in years.
I’m sorry I missed your birthday, and your first steps..
But lord you better believe that I’m still the best..
I go to your room only to stare.
To watch over you as you sleep.
To make sure your still breathing so I can sleep..
Your bed now empty, your room at peace
Your toys in the closet, your bike on the street.
I wonder where you are, and what you will do.
When you lay eyes on your father for the first time in years.
I’m sorry I missed your birthday, and your first steps..
But lord you better believe that I’m still the best..
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