Remembering a Father's Love

A father’s love was mine for a time,    
But later his heart would roam.      
Desires for more than a family’s love      
Took him far from home.  
   
I thought he was my love for life,      
Curled fingers inside his hand.      
But life would lead me to other men,      
Where I surrendered my treasured plans.  
   
I long to go back to that innocent time,      
But it will never be so again.    
I'm a woman today but still daddy's girl.    
The lust of my flesh always wins.