My Father

I wish i could say, that all my memories were good

He was there when i was young, just like a father should

We'd go fishing, play cards and games

He thought it was funny when my sister and I called each other names

I was a real daddy's girl, went everywhere he went

For those memories, I wouldn't trade a cent

But as I got older, he started to change

He didn't care anymore, we became estranged

Today we don't speak, I have nothing to say

But what I wouldn't give, for all of those yesterdays!