Sing it from the pews, Daddy's dead

A horrible date,
The day where fate's best friend,
Hate,
Would not hesitate.

A life taken,
A life lost,
A life forsaken,
Leaving only a dull frost.

Three life's effected by one,
He's dead,
He's gone.

Leaving one to hate,
One to wonder,
and one to create.

Daddy's dead,
Sing it from the pews,
Daddy's dead,
He's left a few.

She was three when,
the angels,
took daddy a way.

He was ten when,
The man he never saw,
Hit the final wall.

She was thirteen when,
The one she never knew,
Took off and flew.

They have each other,
But really they don't.

Bonded through blood,
But not much else,
They never see each other,
Maybe twice in there short lives.

A horrible date,
The day where fate's best friend,
Hate,
Would not hesitate.

Cause he is gone,
They are not,
He left three children.
To wonder and await their own fate.