Preschool Days

All the things I've seen, couldn't prepare me for what I was about to experience

As a little boy, growing up in a world, made for all the big kids and the big toys

Sometimes, I'd sit around and wait, played with my toys cars

Until the wheels would turn no more, than I'd think to myself

Is my dads car coming home or will this be another night

My mom, brother and I, tucking ourselves in?

I learned my alphabet to spell dad, how quickly dad turned to sad

In my preschool days and the rest of my life

My mother did the best she could, my brother stayed as strong as he stood

A father figure to me, my preschool days

I remember all the times mom cried, my brother stayed strong by her side

And I would stand and wonder why there was three when there should be four

Maybe my dad got lost driving home and then again it wouldn't make sense. I feel alone

So where has he been?

He's running out of time. I haven't heard from him

I hope he's doing fine

Money cannot buy years of missing them

Daddy gave it up, the kids forgave him