But it doesn't change the fat that he was my father, that is is my dad.
And I miss him.
He can't remember the times that he thought,
Does my Daddy love me? Probably not
That didn't stop him from wishing that he did
Didn't stop him from loving and worshiping him
He guesses he saw him about once a year
He can still feel the way he felt, standing in tears
Stretching his arms out as far as they'd go
Whispering "Daddy, I want you to know
I love you this much,
And I'm waiting on you
To make up your mind, do you love me today?
However long it takes, I'm never giving up
'Cause no matter what, I love you this much."
-Jimmy Wayne
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