Life is a riddle. One of the worst days of my life is the day I received a phone call from mum while she was in the hospital asking me to go and pick up my baby sister from school hundred miles away without telling her what had happened. She said, “Go and bring your baby sister from school” then I replied, “But why? She just left last week” then she said, “Your father just lost his last fight, go and bring your baby sister so that she can mourn with the family” Don’t tell her what has happened until you reach home. How was I to tell her that she has just lost her dad yet she was my Daddy’s Little Girl?She looks at me with a curious gaze
I look to the sky as I pray for the grace
To help me know how to tell her
That things will never be the way they were
I hold her into my arms
Coz she was my daddy’s little girl
She looks at me without a clue
Of why am feeling so blue
Her lonely tears start to fall
While I stand with my backs against the wall
I give her my shoulder to lean on
Coz she is still my daddy’s little girl
She looks at me and asks again
But this time I could feel the pain
Of telling my daddy’s little dove
That she has lost her love
I wipe away her tears
Coz she will always be my daddy’s little girl
