Tired of the pain of losing
I, instead, found this most amusing
That if I let go of the stone
I find myself more for chosing
In the light and darkness using
Something, and I am not alone
My daughter smiles more and wishes well
Says worry not father all is swell
A wide smile on her angelic lips
She assures me now that pain resides in hell
Never to hear the angels bells
She tells me there's always another
Who is better and like no other
One who will love without end
I will in her love surrender
Never to know a better lover
This from the lips of my sweet child
I wonder how she knows of this guile
Gently holding onto my old heart
She lets loose the pain in grand style
Still as yet she is so free and wild
