No words could ever say how much I miss you;
no hope remains to reinstate the past.
To have a second chance of life at last,
I need to see a miracle come true.
Yet every time I think of you I love you,
remembering the special sparks of joy
in daddy's precious lovely little boy -
you're all that fills my life, God knows it's true.
I hope that you don't miss me - oh, where are you?
You'd feel as I do now, and that's too sad -
for little boys don't want to miss their Dad,
and all the words of love we spoke were true.
Can mothers love the puppets that they keep
for cold revenge, while sons and fathers weep?