Daddy, daddy do you miss me. The way I crawled upon your knee. Those childish games of hide and seek seem a million miles away. Am I lost in some illusion. or am I what you thought I`d be. Now it seems I`ve found myself in need to be forgiven. Is there still room upon that knee? If I give my Life if I lay it down can you turn this Life around, can I be made clean by this offering of my soul. Can I be made whole again? Have I labored all for nothing. Trying to make it on my own. Fear to reach out to the hand of one who understands me say I`d rather be here all alone. It`s all my fault I sit and wallow in seclusion. As if I had no hope at all, I guess truth becomes you I have seen it all in motion that Pride comes before the fall. Can I offer up this simple prayer. Pray it finds a simple ear. A scratch in your infinite time. Not withstanding my fallings not withstanding my crime!