As I say my prayers
And lay down in my bed...

What is this
This feeling of dread...

The purest gift is not of gold,
And it's not made of money...

You're the first thing I think of
Each morning when I rise...

I don't know what to say,
You've found the way to my heart...

I'm lost in a storm of angry tears,
All the losses, all the fears...

Light pink in color,
Satin to the touch...

My daddy has to go away,
But he'll return most any day...

Christmas is my favorite time of year,
Filled with many tidings of great joy and cheer...

Daddy, Daddy I love you so,
Oh why, oh why did you have to go...

All the hurt and anguish I have experienced in my...
All the hardness, grief and strife...

You drive me crazy,
I thought of you all night...