She's the daughter who is easy to forget,
The face he just can't seem to remember...
Straw Angel
made by tiny hands...
I was once asked to write about my hero,
Back then I didn't know who that was...
Cardboard boxes were our boats
Carrying us to far off lands...
My beloved ones,
When I die, do not grieve over me...
..as twilight fades in light of dawn
I will forever weep and mourn...
Sweetheart, let me sing you a lullaby
on a night of November...
You became my own child
though birthed from another man...
Our first dance I can barely remember;
however, plenty of pictures prove it's existence...
One man and one woman thats where it all starts,
conquering love, and stealing their hearts...
Lord, why are there empty pill bottles,
Scattered on the floor...
The little girl,
Ran along her way...