Daddy, am I your choice?

I hear someone yelling and screaming,
the sound of hate and thoughtless scheming.
Daddy, is that your voice?

I hear laughter, songs, and joy;
I think I hear a new special toy.
Daddy, is that your voice?

I hear sadness and woeful cries,
sounds like mourning and dark lullabies.
Daddy, is that your voice?

I hear loving hands and feet
gathering to listen for my strong heart beat.
Daddy, is that your voice?

I hear prayers covering me today.
If I could talk this is what I'd say,
Daddy, is that your voice?

I hear a world trapped in confusion.
How can they be so blinded by strong delusion?
Daddy, where is your voice?

I hear the critics of my legacy.
Will I be a burden or prodigy?
Dadddy, am I your choice?