Pitter, Pitter, Pat

I can still hear the sounds of her tiny little feet, going Pitter,Pitter, Pat; As my skips a beat... The smile upon her face, with that puppy she embraced; A struggling little angel, as she walks along in place... Pitter, Pitter, Pat; Come her tiny little feet, as she runs into the bedroom, just to check on me... with her little hand in mine, and a big smile on her face; "This won't very hurt" she say's, While she's tapping on my knee... The Beauty in her heart, an innocence so redeemed; Replaces all the darkness and ugly I have seen... Pitter, Pitter, pat: A distant sound you see; Although she's gotten older, Just the way she look's at me; As if I, were worth her Beauty, smiles, and all her precious dreams... Pitter, Pitter, pat: My heart still skips a beat; I've found an innocence so long ago lost; In this little child smiling up at me... Pitter, Pitter, Pat, as she jumps into my lap; She'll soon be grown and on her own, Just a memory this will be; As I happily reminisce of the sound so sweet to me, the Pitter, Pitter, Pat; Of her tiny little feet...