"Searching for the Answer" 

Twenty one years ago, I lost something.
Something so very important to me.
It wasn't then, but it is now.
She was only fifteen, too young to care,
or did she?
I am searching now, for the answer to this.
As I look into the eyes of my child,
I have to wonder, does she ever think?
I need to know what happened,
I need to know her.
I bet she's beautiful, sweet as can be.
I bet she thinks of me sometimes.
When I see my child smile at me, I wonder...
Does she want to see me smile?
Did she get to hold me,
Or did she say good-bye to soon?
I am searching for those answers, and maybe,
when I make this phone call, I will know.