There she was
All grown up and free
How wrong she was
She just couldn’t see
Caged to her own perception
Of what life should be
Stumping out the flame of conviction
So she could be
Free in her own eyes
Yet less wise
Where is daddy’s little girl?
There she goes
Clutching on to the whirlwind
Of her very soul’s foes
Caught up in the grind
Her days full of chaos
Forgetting to hold the hand
That brought her to life
Her one woman band
Yet so much laden with strife
Having let go of daddy’s hand
Where is daddy’s little girl?
Her very life she did resent
Wrought with drama
To daddy she would present
The sum of her traumas
But only at the tail end
Of phone conversations
And rantings with her friends
The initial sensation
Gave her a glimpse of recompense
Thus begs the question
Where is daddy’s little girl?
