My daddy was a dollar,
I wrote it on the fence.
He was grey in colour.
He never hit in sense.
I never saw him white.
I never saw him smile.
Back, i never dared to fight.
Or he'd put me through a mile.
My daddy was a dollar,
I wrote it on the fence.
He was always taller,
I had no strong defence.
I'd never seen my mother.
One, i'd never known i had.
I'd never seen my brother.
He'd been long, a cold dead lad.
My daddy was a dollar,
I wrote it on the fence.
I'm the only survivor.
My days are so intense.
The house is cold and empty,
I think it can be sold.
Then i'll keep the money,
As few pennies i hold.
My daddy was a doll
The briefest of gazes, the most cutting of stares,
The hollowest laughter and lightest of cares.
The gentlest touch and strongest of holds,
The greatest of longings fills up my soul.
Everything stops, life stalls when you're there,
Your ineffable beauty, proud and aware.
I'm hollowed and empty and grief fills my heart,
And swamps my whole being when we are apart.
Alone and at night, I focus my mind,
Projecting my thoughts across the divide,
I believe you can hear when I open my heart,
I have courage to speak only when we're apart.
I live off brief gazes when you look my way,
I fear your hollow laughter if you hear what I say.
M