When a Child Calls Your Name

Looking up into the gray skies,
smiling through my tears,
there isn't a precious memory
to hold throughout those restless years.
Holding your hand,
I sink my feet into the sand,
yes, there were some happy times, but
you don't come running when a child calls your name.
Shivering as I wrap a towel around me,
smiling at a baby's laughter,
sometimes I wish upon a shooting star
that you will be here for me now and on after.
I close the door and look on back,
see happy families and kids playin' games,
sometimes I often wonder what it'd be like
if you'd ever run to a child calling your name.
'Cause mama I've lay in sleepless nights
and wonder where you were,
others I'd lie restless in a corner
where you've left me hurt.
Deep inside I wanna yell,
and scream so unselfishly,
'cause all I've ever wanted was
for you to love me.