Turmoil
Above those tearful brown eyes there’s a furrowed brow
She remembers happiness once but it seems so long ago now
She’s only fifteen with her year end exams due
To face the world she’s not ready, she’ll pretend to have flu
Memories of a life full laughing once filled her head
Now her life’s in a turmoil too many days spent in bed.
The pregnancy test had been found in the bin
The positive sign took time to sink in.
A new baby to care for, all the new things to learn
New clothes and gadgets there’ll be money to earn.
Nights on the town will be a thing of the past.
The baby comes first she will always be last.
This girl is my daughter and what you’re thinking’s not right.
It’s my partner that’s pregnant, it’s about that she worries at night.
She thinks I don’t know that she worries, that I really don’t care
Its just I’m crap with my feelings but I’ll always be there
The reason I wrote this? I will try to explain
Although I tell her I love her over and over again
I’ll put it in writing, try to convince her it's true.
It’s none negotiable, unconditional, daughter I’ll always love you