I realize that it's not my place especially now you're grown.
When you were young I knew you'd make decisions on your own.
I tried to foster stronger bonds with Dad throughout your youth
I never told you how I felt - You'd discover your own truth.
You were 15 when he moved away - I begged him not to go!
I cried to him that you need your Dad, but he kept saying No.
He'd fly you out a few times a year... He promised he'd always call.
But that never happened. Not even once. He hardly spoke to you at all.
You felt the pain of missing him- yet it was easy for you to adjust
When you finally saw through ridiculous lies - you developed distinct mistrust.
You sobbed in my arms the day he left - for two hours on the floor!
I told you that day, in anger I'm sure, I don't have to be nice anymore!
No need to hide lies or smooth broken promises - no excuses to make Dad look good.
It was hard to spend years doing just that even though I knew that I would...
In reality he left you years ago - you were forgotten the very day we divorced.
What little time he saw you was short, and seemed to often feel forced.
Even today, your choice is tough – and I support any decisions that you make
If you cannot decide or change your mind every day – however long it might take
I’ll be by your side- you can cry on my shoulder just like you did before
When your heart shattered to pieces – you cried in my arms – there on your bedroom floor.