She was born to them
On a cold snowy night
An angel laying there
Blanketed in white
The love that filled his heart
Warmed the tiny room
He knew all too well
The time would pass too soon
She was his princess
Daddy's little prize
Feeling lucky
As tears of joy filled his eyes
There would be parties
And recitals ahead
Adventures to share
Stories to be read
There would be birthdays
And trips to the mall
But their Friday nights
Were the best of all
Friday was the time
That was held so dear
All the troubles in the world
Seemed to disappear
Friday was their time
To catch up on the week
He would listen to her
And advice she would seek
The years had stolen his baby
She was almost grown
It was time to conquer
The world on her own
So he stands by the door
As she drives her car
Starting her journey
Searching for her own star
Now the rain falls
On the window pane
Leaving uneven streaks
As tears flow from his eyes
Staining his cheeks
He knows she must go
There's so much to say
But his only thought was
What happened to Friday
Friday was the time
That was held so dear
All the troubles in the world
Seemed to disappear
Friday was their time
To catch up on the week
He would listen to her
And advice she would seek
Now his days grow shorter
She has gone away
He will always wonder
What happened to Friday