I don’t think I quite understand
Why you couldn’t stand up and be a man,
And how do I explain to her,
that I know she deserves better

If only we can choose who fathers us,
And pick who our mothers trust
If only all men knew that father and dad are not the same
That parenthood is not a game, its sacred and not for the lame.

You asked me if I love you I replied No,
For the man I love would be her DAD.
In his presence, she would be glad,
Not waiting for cards presents and phone calls with a face so sad

I hate you not for me I hate you because of what I see,
the longing, heartbreak, disappointment and pain,
Oh! why is this happening again.
My ‘Father’ was a selfish man
I chose you and you’re useless too.

I will spend my life doing your job and mine.
Praying things will turn out just fine
Teaching her that a loving husband and father,
for her future children she must find.