voices

SOMETIMES I AWAKE AT NIGHT HEARING THE WORD DAD.THEN I REALIZE I'M ALONE AND THAT MAKES ME SAD.I NEVER TURN THE LIGHT ON WHEN I HEAR THE VOICE.I KNOW THEY'RE NOT THERE.BUT NOT BY CHOICE.WHEN I MISS THEM I OPEN THEIR DOOR.AND ALL I SEE ARE TOY'S SCADDERED ON THE FLOOR.I CLOSE THE DOOR AS TEARS ROLL DOWN MY FACE.THIS IS THEIR HOME.THIS IS THEIR PLACE.THE HOUSE I DO NOT MEAN.BUT THROUGH MY HEART THEY'LL ALWAY'S BE SEEN.THE NEXT TIME I HEAR THE VOICE I WANT IT TO SAY.IT'S REALLY ME DAD WILL YOU COME AND PLAY.