I wonder what they dream about, those children with fathers
If not for that one face, watching over as you grow
What do they dream about?
If not for those bedtime stories, goodnight hugs
What do they yearn for?
If not for the well-deserved pat on the back, whether you fail or pass
What do they ask for?
Those children with fathers, fathers to love, to call out and get an answer
What do they seek, if not for the pleasure of saying the word, Dad?
I wonder, if they know what they have
I wonder, if they cherish what we do not have
Children without fathers, lost without the protective embrace
No one to have our backs, no patting, no stories, no warm hugs
Children without fathers, depressed souls, seeking validation from other children with fathers
I wonder if they know that we see them longingly, hoping to have what they have
Knowing that the pleasure is lost to them, aware that what was will never be
If I could tell you, I would remind you to cherish what you have
Children with fathers, blessed are you to not have known despair of this kind
Children without fathers, miserable wretches, finding solace in dreams about the faces they long to see
I wonder, what they dream about?
Those children who have fathers.