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Dedicated to all the truckers who leave their families who go out on the road. |
I sit in my room with my pencil in hand Waiting for you to come home once again My friend, my father, you're everything to me Please come home safely, cause it's where you need to be I see you once a month, or wen I ger the chance With that amount af time, I feel like I'm in a trance Though it hurts pretty bad to see you go so very soon I know of a few things that can help pull me through I listen to "My Little Girl," the song by Tim McGraw It's the one that gives you goosebumps most of all I take after you by trying to draw as best I can But I can't seem to even draw, in detail, a pan I talk about you around all my friends at school About how you're funny, smart, sweet, and cool And I know you tell your new friends on the road Stories about your family and how you wish you were home I know you don't mean to be so far away You can't really help it, drivingon day by day Delivering things, such as tv's, radios, pans, and pots All the while knowing that we each miss you lots I still sit in my room with my pencil in hand Writing this poem that's been stuck in my head Just let them all know, your new founded friends I'll be waiting for you, my father, my friend |