He gives a laugh and shuts her door, but secretly knows she longs for more. She cries at night, he hears her weep, but doesn’t know how to ease her sleep. He loves her dearly, but what can he say, he’s afraid he might just drive her away. Since her mother died, she had cried, night after night. He himself wasn’t much better; the pain was like a knife. He misses her too, but what can he do? She is in heaven, he wished he was too. But he lay in his bed praying until light, Lord please let me live, for my daughter tonight.