Daddy's Girl

DADDY'S LITTLE IRISH GIRL

WOULD YOU EMBRACE YOUR LITTLE GIRL..THE ONE WHO STRUGGLES WITH THE WORLD?? WOULD YOU LOVE ME, WOULD YOU CARE?? WOULD YOU LIKE MY GOLDEN HAIR?WILL IT GET RED LIKE YOURS WITH TIME? WILL I IN YOU FIND LOVE SUBLIME? ON THAT DAY WE FINALLY MEET...WILL YOU SWEEP ME OFF MY FEET? SHALL WE DANCE THE NIGHT AWAY AND RIGHT INTO ANOTHER DAY? YOU SMILING INTO MY BRIGHT FACE...WILL I BE YOUR TREASURED TRACE? WILL THIS LOVE LAST FOREVER?.....EVEN THE KIND THAT DEATH CAN'T SEVER. DADDY, AM I YOUR LITTLE GIRL? A GROWN WOMAN IN THIS CRUEL WORLD. I WONDER IF YOU THINK OF ME...AM I THE WOMAN YOU WANT ME TO BE? AND ALTHOUGH I KNOW YOUR HEART WAS TRUE..YOUR LOVE FOR ME WAS GREAT.. MY EMPTY ARMS REMIND ME OF A MOST DESPAIRING FATE.. I MISS YOU ,DAD, YOU KNOW I DO AND UNTIL WE FIRST EMBRACE...SHINE UP YOUR DANCING SHOES AND I'LL PRETTY UP MY FACE.

I PROMISE, DAD, NO TEARS WILL FALL FOR HEAVEN HOLDS NO TEARS.

AND WE WILL TANGO JOYFULLY THROUGH HEAVEN'S ENDLESS YEARS (IN LOVING MEMORY OF WILLIAM O'SHEA) WHO TOOK HIS OWN PAINFUL LIFE FEBRUARY 6, 1953 TO SEPTEMBER 2, 1993 I LOVE YOU, DADDY, FROM TRACY YOUR NAME LIVES ON IN ME

HE AIN'T HEAVY, HE'S MY BROTHER

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