i am my fathers daughter....

Now I know what I must do...
I am done crying, I march on;

Although the thoughts of missing him
and longing to see him and hear his voice
tugs my heart bringing tears to my eyes....

To speak, honor and publicize.
Learning, drawing and growing.

Although the thoughts of missing him
and longing to see him and hear his voice
tugs my heart bringing tears to my eyes...

Now I see in me what he saw
long before I was me.

Although the thoughts of missing him
and longing to see him and hear his voice
tugs my heart bringing tears to my eyes...