Today is my birthday, and Iâ€™m turning four.
This year is my wish for a knock at the door.
Mom say’s heâ€™s not coming but Iâ€™m not so sure.
Today at my party I know he will be,
and when he gets here Iâ€™ll have him sit next to me.
I carry a picture with me every day of my daddy and me on my hospital day,
I was wrapped in a blanket and tucked in his arms.
And now I sit here with tears in my eyes,
Mom keeps telling me to try and have fun,
but I cant figure out just what I have done.
My party’s almost over all my presents unwrapped and I canâ€™t help but wonder
just where is he at.
Happy Birthday’s to me is all I hear,
and Iâ€™m crying right now because my daddyâ€™s not here.
It’s really late now and everyoneâ€™s gone,
mom’s helping me put my P.J’s on,
I finish my prayers and I hop into bed,
mom covers me up and kisses my head.
My wish didnâ€™t come true I sobbed as I said,
please donâ€™t forget to leave my picture by the side of my bed.