A Child’s Need

Who are you the child wonders You’re my daddy is all I know I cannot understand Why on earth You had to go Mom talks bad about you She says the evil You have done All I want Is to know you And for us to have some fun I want to know your favorite color I want to know The things you like

I want to have your love After all it’s my birth right I don’t care about the past It doesn’t matter much to me Fancy gifts don’t mean much either Your attention is all I need So if you’re out there listening And you have some time to spare I’d like to get to know you I’d like to know you care. (Written for The man I believe is my dad J. Secrist)