Most homes like mine have four
But ours has only three.
Since dad went away
There's just Mom, Sis and me.

Sometimes it gets so lonely
Since dad went away.
I hope it won't be long
That he will have to stay.

You see dad's sick from drinking
This I don't understand.
Once he was like others
A handsome fine young man.

Mom tells us to pray a lot
That dad will be alright.
I wonder if she believes this
For I hear her cry at night.

But no matter what dad's done
He's the only dad for me.
And I pray he'll change his life
For Mom, Sis and me.

I pray there's no other homes
Where there is only three.
And no one is lonely
Like Mom, Sis and me.

God bless you, Barbara