Should I cry, or should I beg on one knee
As a child, these questions were in my head
Kids with their dads, I felt them taunting me
Where is dad, busy is what mom always said

My heart and emotions filled with anger
With a missing arm, it is hard to win
I think of my father as a stranger
Seems to me to be happy is a sin

Why did you leave, do you ever regret
Mom works two jobs, coming home late at night
You are who I really try to forget
But without you, I will handle my fight

Karma hits hard is all I have to say
Four years later, I heard he passed away