A letter to Daddy
I can’t believe you almost died,
Have you any idea how long I cried?
You fought ‘for the country’, and ‘for me’
But daddy please, why can’t you see.
Id rather lie with you and count sheep
Then waste the night away on sleep.
The letters you wrote, and I received,
Mean nothing to me, you’re still over seas
You reside across vast, empty waters
Torn from me, your only daughter.
I want to say I understood
You were only trying to do good.
But killing men like you, fathers,
And hurting all of those lonely daughters
Isn’t good in the slightest sense
But still you say, let battle commence!
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