Poppa Don't Preach

Doesn't really matter that I wasn't Daddy's Little Girl.
He was only the Dude that brought me into this world.

He wasn't there when I learned to walk.
Does it really matter that we don't talk.

He wasn't the one to pick me up after each fall.
I shouldn't even care that he doesn't bother to call.

I found a new father and he loves me unconditionally.
I don't measure my our happiness by what he can do for me.

Even when I can't hear his voice, I know that he cares.
And its his name that I am proud that I wear.

No matter what good or bad.
This type of love I am glad to have had.

Even though he can he does not make me feel judged.
When I am heading in the wrong direction he gives me that nudge.

He doesn't stand before and kick me when I am down.
He doesn't leave me when there is no one else around.

I feel privileged this man to have found.
He took your place, dad, when you weren't around.