All I ever wanted was to know
You were glad I was your daughter.
But the way you treated us at home--
Blood was NOT thicker than water.
You were friendly in public,
We had to act happy too,
Sundays were the worst--
I don't think anyone had a clue.
You'd berate us and call us names--
Everything was always our fault.
We weren't smart or responsible enough,
Any fun we might have was brought to a halt.
Your older kids grew up,
And moved far away,
I stuck around because I knew
Mom would need me some day.
You were my father and I loved you,
And I'm sorry that you died--
Praise the Lord the abuse is over--
And we no longer live a lie.
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