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I love her energy
And her tenacity
I love the laughter in her voice
And her capacity
For surprising me
Is inexhaustible it seems
And when she runs to me
And when she clings to me
Nowhere on Earth I’d rather be
And sometimes when she sleeps
I steal a kiss from her cheek
It’s the best thing in the world
She makes home, home
Sometimes she makes no sense
Sometimes I lose my patience
We fight and shout
And throw cruel words about
And I feel ashamed
Feel like I’ve failed
But then she turns around and lifts me up again
I love her honesty
Though at times she lacks diplomacy
Sometimes the truth is hard to take
And she’ll put me to the test at times
I’ve learned to know the signs
Just not quite how to handle them
And when her smile wears thin
Though she lacks the strength to keep her feelings in
She is wise and she is brave
And then she says to me
I love you daddy
And I’m just blown away
She makes home, home