Daddy
Fathers are the ones that mold your hearts
And your dreams
They offer them to you
When you are just a innocent child
But we are foolish
And don't see the importance
Until we are older and wise
They have climbed the mountains
They know the stones that will fall
But being so young
We don't pay attention to these steps at all
They sing us the future
To send us down the right path
Few of us listen
We think life will last
But when they are gone
And suddenly the windows are clear
Each decision we take from there after
Molds our hearts like a glass blowers tears
So time keeps passing
And we wish they could see
How we truly listened
To all the dreams
They unselfishly gave us as seed
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This page is dedicated to my father who at the age of three put me in front of a mic...He was a bluegrass fiddle player who had so much charisma and talent. I, like so many of you , wanted to offer something in return but time plays it tricks on all of us. Soon, it is gone....
At the age of ten he would take me to the radio station to sing and I would receive fan mail... He was proud but I was scared. But he was my inspiration to so many things I do now! We lost him to Diabetes in the 90's where he underwent both legs removed before he died. My page "Tears" was written on the way home from the hospital the night before that took place.
How I wish I could say......"Thanks Daddy!" ..... xoxoxoxo
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