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A Father's Love |
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The day were born |
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I'll never forget. |
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One of my better days, |
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One I'll never regret. |
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A newborn baby |
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So tiny and small; |
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The next thing I knew |
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You were learning to crawl. |
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Before I knew what was happening |
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You were beginning to walk. |
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The next thing I knew |
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You were starting to talk. |
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In the blink of an eye |
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You were in the first grade |
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And the memories of my baby |
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Were beginning to fade. |
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Then came the day |
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You gave up your toys. |
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They were no longer needed, |
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You were interested in boys. |
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Where did the time go? |
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For now you're all grown; |
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With a husband and child; |
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A family of your own. |
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~D D~ |
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~2000~ |
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Looking back on your days growing up I |
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realize how little I was there for you. |
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When you were sick and wanted me I was |
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too busy working instead of where I |
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should have been. Too many hours you |
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spent on the road just to grab the few |
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moments I managed to spare. |
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If I could turn back the clock and do it |
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again, I don't think I would change a |
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thing. Although it may seem strange I |
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feel the bad times has made us appreciate |
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the good even more. I think now that |
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you're older you can see the time we |
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spent apart was meant to be. There are |
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just three little words for the way I was. |
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~Being A Father~ |
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It's never too late, or you'll never be old |
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for me to tell you how much I love you |
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and let you know how proud I am of the |
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woman you turned out to be. |
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When you look in the mirror I wonder if |
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you see how in so many ways you've |
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turned out like me. |
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Your mama gave you wings of a dove, |
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and since I wanted to top that I stopped |
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by the florist and hand picked a dozen |
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roses just for you. |
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Daddy |
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