Walking down the old dirt road
thinking of her past...

This little girl, her very own
to love and hold, none of which she has shown...

As she sits there pulling on the wheel
half a wake and so tired she can't yawn...

She awakes from her dream
almost out of breath...

I walk the halls without a trace
i feel like I'm another race...

Our love is like a flower
growing stronger every hour...

We walked for a while
slowed down for a bit...

Don't you worry mama, dad's not gone for...
the sun is going down, i don't know where u r,my...