Gone, Daddy, Gone

That day you said
'take it home with you'
I thought you were
just being kind

That I should write a song
and play it so
you could hear me
we could harmonize

But I waited too long
for inspiration or muse
and your expectation
slipped away

And now as I hold on tight
to your guitar my fingers strum
while my heart remembers
your melody, your gift