About a hundred years ago, you left me, sometimes wish I knew who you were. Wonder what life would be like if you raised me… What about mommy? Did you love her?
I can’t help it. Something inside keeps crying, “Daddy, where are you?”
I’m a big boy now, well I ought to know better. No use crying over milk that’s already been spilt.
I guess I’m here now. So what’s the matter with crying, “Daddy, where are you?”
I can’t help it. Something inside keeps crying, “Daddy, where are you?”