By Gina Dawson
I miss you too much, Papa
It shows in everything I do
And in everything I don't do
I'm trying Papa, I really am
But this emptiness inside is
Doing it's best to get a hold
of my heart and soul.
I look back now and sadly
I realize that I sometimes
Took for granted all the love
And all the magic you gave to me
How will I ever find a smile
That beamed so brightly
It made the sun itself
Look like a moon shadow.
Papa Bear, my Papa Bear
Am I still your little Baby Bear?
I want you to hear me.
I want you to find me.
If you listen hard enough, Papa
you can still hear that little girl
Afraid of that cold, dark night.
No one ever called you a hero, Papa
No one ever called you a star
There was never a fuss made over
This gentle man who always did
What he had to do
No matter what he was told
I hope there is some way
That you can know
What a hero you were
And will always be to me.
