Come back home, come back home to me

All of three, the little lady,

Wept like the baby she is.

Across a million miles, on the phone she cried,

Dada, when are you coming back home?

She wailed and howled, when I said girl, not now,

Not for some time, but soon, you’ll see…

Ok, she said, her sobs full of dread

Of a daughter left to hurt and feel…

A pain that no child, should ever have to cry

For a dad not there to be.

Come back soon, come back now
Come back when, come back how
Come back home, come back home to me