He's been sick since I've known him,
that's 44 years,
watching him suffer,
my eyes filled with tears.

So many nights my 
heart gripped with fear,
wondering if in the morning he 
will still be here,

waiting and watching
and hoping that he
will fight it all off
and still be with me.

I can't let go,
no, never will I,
look up and say,
he's up in the sky.

For in my heart
I'll hold fast too,
all that I feel,
in all I do.

I wonder why a person
is meant to suffer so,
year after year,
but I'll never know.

All I can hope for,
all I can see,
is a dad that really
cares about me.

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