Father's return

Every morning, when I wake up
I take incense and kneel,
I never worry about my make-up
Because that routine has rusted, like old steel

Please, I pray to God
Tell me when my father comes back, 'cause
I loved my father, everyone thought me odd
But I loved him dearly; daddy's girl I was

He would raise my spirits, and bring me joy
He would cheer me up when I failed
But a drunk driver did destroy,
He was driving to my birthday party when he was derailed.

The phone call came deep into the night
The candles had sputtered
And everyone panicked with affright
And never a "happy Birthday" was uttered

Please, I pray to God, because that's what the hopeless do
Tell me when my father will come back to me,
When he's gone up there with you.