As a parent myself I can't imagine anything harder.
Musics and lyrics by Dean Friscic and Michael S. McIntyre
Demo produced and performed by Frank Michels
Vocal by Debra Gordon
Lyrics:
Her clothes and toys are packed away.
We've repainted her bedroom.
The piano in the den she banged on
sits unused and outta tune.
I used to make up songs for her,
just whatever came to mind.
Then one day I was backing up
without looking... without looking behind.
My little girl is gone
and I'm still torn up inside.
My little girl is really gone
and I never got to say goodbye.
Her father says he forgives me
but there's a part of him that's quit.
I can tell by the way his eyes avoid mine
the pain is worse than he'll admit.
We'll always have the scrapbooks
and the albums I compiled.
But how can they compare to the loving arms
of our only... our only child?
My little girl is gone
and I'm still torn up inside.
My little girl is really gone
and I never got to say goodbye.
All the things she might have been,
but now can never be,
vanished in an instant
and it's because of me.
My little girl is gone
and I'm still torn up inside.
My little girl is really gone
and I never got to say goodbye.
I think I heard of this happening. An impossible situation. Well done. Well composed. Very believable.