The Question

She asked me again.
"When is Daddy coming home?"
I lied to my daughter,
And said I didn't know.

Deep, deep down, I know the truth,
When Daddy's coming home.
He died three weeks ago,
He died and was alone.

She doesn't have a father now,
Her Daddy's not coming home.
I can't admit it to her,
Daddy's under a gravestone...

Eve Year 9

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