My fathers heartbeat is my lullaby.
I run to him with heavy eyes.
He opens up his arms and i lay my head upon his chest.
I wait patiently for my song to play,
and for my eyes to rest.
I sit still, waiting for that precious tune,
and then his heart starts to coon.
His chest starts heaving,
His heart starts beating,
and my lullaby begins to play so soon.
My eyes drift off, my mind fades away,
at the sound of my fathers heart.
Its amazing God has made,
Such a wonderful piece of art.
My dreams are graceful and smooth,
as they flow up towards the sky,
And this is only because,
My fathers heartbeat is my lullaby.
