Tell me what’s a father, mother?
I’m not sure I understand.
The other kids say they have one-
a man who loves and gently holds their hands.
They tell me if I had one, he’d tuck me in night.
That when the stories are done, he’d kiss and hold me tight.
He’d tell me how much he loves me.
That he’d never let me go.
That he’d cross every sea,
so his love for me, I’d know.
So please, tell me, mother
why we’re all alone,
and why they all have fathers…
but no dad claims me, as his own.