I can still hear it echoing in my head
"I'm so sorry girls, but your daddy is dead"
I'm still standing at his casket, begging for his warm embrace
not fully comprehending what had taken place
thinking he was sleeping and would be coming home when we leave
we didn't understand this would be it, not even a grave to go and grieve
we didn't understand what creamated meant
or why into a lake his ashes were sent
what does that mean that it was his will?
Its not the same to have nowhere to let tears spill

I wish I had five more minutes with him alive
I wish the accident never happend, no one drinks and drives
I wish I could sit again in his lap, to be a little girl
and soak up all his love before he left this world
or to smell him one more time or have more I remember
or just go back to that cold day in december
when a set of twin girls were indroduced to their dad
and every second was cherished because we knew 7 years was all we had
those words changed me and haven't gone away no matter how I've pled
"I'm so sorry girls but your daddy is dead"