This is the lament of a daughter of a single mother.
This is the lament of a daughter with no father.
One day born, the next walking.
He was there, he was the tall king.
The one that held when he could,
Made the milk and bread.
Yet there was no face to the stranger who cared.
This is the lament of a daughter of a single mother.
This the lament of a daughter with no father.
Disappeared without a trace
Around maybe the 3rd year.
But the stranger without a face was still remembered
For she felt he still cared.
Come to find that he remarried,
And doubted her existence was intertwined with his.
Cast out into the air by the new wife,
Who he believed over the likeness of his kid.
This is the lament of a daughter of a single mother.
This is the lament of a daughter with no father.
Now all grown up without a man to guide her.
She feels worthless; she feels no love inside her.
Taught to be tough in adversity,
Taught to never trust any man,
Believes that the only way to be successful is to be better.
Better than that faceless man's new kids.
Better than that faceless man's wife.
Better than that faceless man.
This is the lament of a daughter of a single mother.
This is the lament of a daughter with no father.
