Daughter
Daughter, I've misplaced you
In the bustle of my life
I've mislaid you
there was never enough time
never enough...
It makes scant difference now.
The things I would have taught you
the memories to share
mean nothing now to me but broken dreams
of a daughter who will never be.
In the bustle of my life
I've mislaid you
there was never enough time
never enough...
It makes scant difference now.
The things I would have taught you
the memories to share
mean nothing now to me but broken dreams
of a daughter who will never be.
posted by Arizela | 10:48 PM
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