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Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old,

Waiting for my daddy to come home,

And now I look into the eyes of my own son,

Wondering what hes thinking of,

Waiting at the window when I come home.

Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder.

He reaches out his tiny hands;

I feel the bond tween boy and man.



Memories of my mom cryin, my daddy gone for weeks at a time,

Not knowing how to comfort her,

Facin my pillow, pretendin not to hear.

Now I write this letter to my little boy.

Im far away, not knowing really what to say

Except, "im sorry, oh so sorry."

I dont want to make these same

Mistakes my daddy made with me.

Still his voice rolls off my tongue

When I say, "boy, protect your mom."



Memories of my wife crying on the phone

Wonderin when Im coming home.

My voice sounds detached and cold,

Reminds me of someone that I knew;

He had a funny attitude

When I needed him to be

All the things only a daddy could be to me.

And I dont want to make the same

Mistakes my daddy made with me.

Still his voice rolls off my tongue

When I say, "not now, Im busy son."



Memories of lying in bed with my wife and son,

Overwhelmed by so much love,

Tryin to explain how a man can cry

Yet still be happy,

Thinking of all the dumb mistakes Ive made.

Now I understand my fathers pain;

He did the best with what he knew.

I love you daddy.

I watched my son fall asleep

And wonder what hell think of me

When years from now he sees his son

Reaching out his tiny hands for love.

Memories of when I was a little boy, four years old,

Waiting for my daddy to come home,

And now I look into the eyes of my own son,

Wondering what hes thinking of,

Waiting at the window when I come home.

Watch his eyes fill up with joy and wonder.

He reaches out his tiny hands;

I feel the bond tween boy and man.



Memories of my mom cryin, my daddy gone for weeks at a time,

Not knowing how to comfort her,

Facin my pillow, pretendin not to hear.

Now I write this letter to my little boy.

Im far away, not knowing really what to say

Except, "im sorry, oh so sorry."

I dont want to make these same

Mistakes my daddy made with me.

Still his voice rolls off my tongue

When I say, "boy, protect your mom."



Memories of my wife crying on the phone

Wonderin when Im coming home.

My voice sounds detached and cold,

Reminds me of someone that I knew;

He had a funny attitude

When I needed him to be

All the things only a daddy could be to me.

And I dont want to make the same

Mistakes my daddy made with me.

Still his voice rolls off my tongue

When I say, "not now, Im busy son."



Memories of lying in bed with my wife and son,

Overwhelmed by so much love,

Tryin to explain how a man can cry

Yet still be happy,

Thinking of all the dumb mistakes Ive made.

Now I understand my fathers pain;

He did the best with what he knew.

I love you daddy.

I watched my son fall asleep

And wonder what hell think of me

When years from now he sees his son

Reaching out his tiny hands for love.

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