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Daughter Lyric Poems | Lyric Poems About Daughter

These Daughter Lyric poems are examples of Lyric poems about Daughter. These are the best examples of Daughter Lyric poems written by international PoetrySoup poets

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Details | Ballad |

HARD HAT HEROES

There's a breed of Aussie hero who has served this nation well 
and they don a yellow uniform to face the fires of hell. 
When day temperatures are soaring and the high winds blow a gust, 
and our bushland is ignited it's in them we place our trust.   
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
When their mates are in the hot seat and they need a helping hand, 
they will volunteer their services from stations 'cross this land. 
Whether country towns or cities or a bush fire brigade; 
they will gladly throw their hats in and will offer their mates aide. 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
Do you owe your home or property, your very lives perhaps,     
to the selfless, sincere efforts of these bold fire-fighting chaps?  
Or still sadly you lost everything, but proudly can attest 
to their fierce determination as each brave soul did their best.    
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 
 
So I ask you all to join me as we stand and raise a glass 
to the courage and the spirit of this fire fighting, class; 
and I'm sure you'd love to join me as this message we impart,  
"You're such true blue hard hat heroes and we thank you from the heart." 
Yes, you're all somebody's daughter and you're all somebody's son; 
you are mothers and you’re fathers.  Hard hat heroes everyone. 


Details | Lyric |

To My Angel Mother

I count my blessings everyday to have a mom like you.
You’ve always been there come what may, to lift my mood when blue.
You say that God sent me down as an angel just for you,
But really God let me choose, I swear to you that’s true.
I saw that we could always be there for one another,
And that’s why God sent me down I chose you for my mother.

I am the woman I am today because you raised me so,
You taught me well and helped me grow, and then you let me go.
You are my mother first of all, but now you’re my friend too.
I never strayed all that far, I like to stay close to you.

Our relationship is a special one I’m sure you would agree.
When I am needed I shall come, you can always count on me.
I know that you feel the same, I am always welcome home.
A warm embrace, a happy face no matter where I roam.

You mean so very much to me, you know that it is true.
I’d walk the very fires of hell, if that’s what I had to do,
To stay the ever loving daughter, and be best friends with you.


Details | Lyric |

SLEEPWALK, A ROCK-A-BYE LULLABY


Small hands
tug her pink bear to dreamland
where pups wag tails for an affectionate moon
while a cool cat... fiddles with tunes...
old rock n’ roll tunes.

Sweetness
Oh, her smile charms the darkness
She coos to me such darling lullabies
heard in the softness of her sighs...
those soft, little sighs.

She sleeps
I long to take a peek
missing the million wonders that is her 
This heart, so moved, sleepwalks
past dolls and blocks for my precious girl stirs.

Hush, dear,
I’m always nearby so hush, dear
awed stars twinkle in a heavenly blue
and your mommy loves you...
...Sweet you...



Written for Craig Cornish’s Sleepwalk Contest, Oct 15, 2012
These lyrics were penned for Richie Valens version of the instrumental,  Sleepwalk
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ho5xFantzQ&feature=related


Details | Lyric |

Cindy Had A Little Bird

Cindy had a little Bird, 
Little Bird, little Bird, 
Cindy had a little Bird, 
Its feathers were yellow as the sun

And everywhere that Cindy went, 
Cindy went, Cindy went, 
Everywhere that Cindy went
The Bird was sure to go

It followed her to school one day
School one day, school one day
It followed her to school one day
Which was against the rules.

It made the children laugh and play,
Laugh and play, laugh and play,
It made the children laugh and play
To see a Bird at school

And so the teacher turned it out,
Turned it out, turned it out,
And so the teacher turned it out,
But still it lingered near

And waited patiently about,
Patiently about, patiently about,
And waited patiently about
Till Cindy did appear

"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
Love Cindy so? Love Cindy so?
"Why does the Bird love Cindy so?"
The eager children cried

"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
Loves the Bird, you know, loves the Bird, you know
"Why, Cindy loves the Bird, you know."
The teacher did reply


Details | Free verse |

A Childs Prayer - God We Need To Talk

Tonight as my baby girl started to pray
She said God it's 8 O'Clock, 
And God We need to talk.
She said daddy help me pray, 
And daddy bow your head,
As we knelt beside her bed. 
she said God can you hear me?
Mommy always said you'd hear me,
If I would learn to pray, 
And that you would show me the way.

Well God I don't understand. 
Why you took my mommy away.
Daddy always says i'll understand, 
When I grow up some day.
She said God, you need your son. 
Well I need my mommy to,
And I know that my daddy, 
Would be happier with mommy. 
Cause daddy talks to her, 
And mommy's not even there.

God can you please,
Give my mommy wings, 
So she can come to see us.
She always kept our house clean, 
And God I know, 
She keeps your house clean to.
And God I miss mommy's big hugs, 
Daddy says your son gives hugs to.
So I know if my mommy had wings, 
She could hug me and daddy.

Well God I want to thank you,
For being there to listen, 
And God think about what I said.
And tell mommy that I love her, 
And God I love you to.
Oh just one more thing God, 
Help my daddy stop crying.
Thank you God, Amen, 
Then she turned to me and said,
Goodnight daddy, I love you.

I was still on my knees, 
Beside my little girls bed, 
With tears running from my eyes.
I gave my baby a goodnight kiss, 
And said sweet dreams baby girl.
Then I went to my room, 
And kissed my wife's picture, 
And with tears in my eyes,
I knelt down to pray, 
I said God, We need to talk.


Details | Lyric |

Oklahoma Black Sky

She was a freckled faced child who 
dreamed of being loved...
He was nothing but a heartless bastard who hated
everyone, especially us.
She was the protector of her sisters and
stood up to him as tears rolled down her 
angel face...
His day of reckoning came one sweltering 
Oklahoma summer in July...
She entered the house to the cries of her 
mother, begging for him to stop..
The angel child had suddenly become the 
protector of her mom..
She grabbed his belt which lay nearby and 
swung with all she had...
Blood streamed down the side of his 
face and down the front of his shirt...
The only cries now were from him and no longer
from her mother....

I love you, mom...
Your loving daughter,
Sharky


Details | Lyric |

THE NIGHT JESUS SAVED HER

November 27, still fresh in my mind. It was the year 1997, and the night my daughter died. Her daddy came home drunk that night, she had a cold and was laying in her crib. When she started to cry, I feared the worst, and worst did happen, and I was left all alone. Jesus saved her that night, from the pain and the suffering, but I was left without my daughter, and nobody to show me love. A tiny little baby, only four weeks old, did not have the chance to say "Good Bye!" She was so innocent, and knew of no faults. Just a small little soul, had no chance in this life. This year I will not be celebrating Hallow's Eve, this was her birthday, and the day I was happy my daughter came into my life. November 27th, was the day that she died, but it was also my birthday, and the day I wished I had died. Her daddy was sentenced to life in prison, no parole, and no chance of escape. My daughter will not be spending no holidays with me, and I will never hear "Happy Mother's Day, Mommy. I love you so much!" My birthday used to be special to me at one time, but to me it is only a dreaded memory of the death of my little angel. Jesus will show her daddy no mercy, cause an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth. With arms wide open, I run to the Lord, He feels my pain and He feels my sorrow. The flashbacks still haunt me of that dreary night, but I must learn to manage and learn to cope. My daughter may be dead within my mind, but in my heart, my daughter always lives.


Details | Lyric |

Cry

You said things you didn't mean.
His feeling you hurt.
But he never listens to what you have to say.
Trying to wash dishes, it just gets to you.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Here he goes again. 
You don't do anything, he says.
Yes I do, you say.
What? What do you do...
get on the computer?
watch t.v.?
play around? he shouts.
Homework, you say while fighting back the tears.
Trying to make sure I have a better life, you say.
What you need to do is clean, he says.
Is he for real?
Would he really rather me clean that make sure I have a better life?
Is he mad?
Finish the dishes, he shouts.
But you - never mind! you say.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just finish the dishes and walk away.
Dishes done.
Now walk away.
Almost there.
Shut the door.
Now you can cry.
Wait a second.
Someone is at the door.
He walks in.
Daddy what do you want? you ask.
This is my house and I can do whatever I want, he shouts.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
Just take it and shut the door.
No.
Don't take it.
Fight back.
He shouldn't make you feel this way.
Daddy you're not being fair, you say.
You never listen anymore, you say.
What are you doing?
Are you mad?
This is your father you are talking to.
No.
You are not mad.
Its time he knows how you feel.
Stand up for yourself.
Fight back.
Let him know how it feels.
He walks out and shuts the door.
You look him in the eyes as he leaves.
There is so much hurt in them.
You finally made him feel how you feel.
And yet, you feel like the bad guy.
Stay strong.
Don't cry.
But you can't help it.
Let it all out.
Cry.


Details | Lyric |

Mom

Mom, you are my role model
Raising me to a young woman, from a little girl
Step by step, day by day
You've done a great job, in so many ways

When I need someone, you are always there
I never have to doubt that you care
I can always tell you what i'm thinking of
Mom, you have my love

You raised me the best you could
Took care of me like any good mother would
You brought me in this world, guided me through life
Giving me the things every kid needs to survive

You righted me when I was wrong
many times you helped me stay strong
Like many mothers, you've tried your best
And mom, i'd say you passed the test

Raising four girls by yourself
Must have been harder than I could inmagine
But obviously you knew just where to begin
And for that i'll love you to the end.....


Details | Ballad |

The Sky Is Red

Oh, the sky is red this morning,
Oh, the sun is black like night,
Oh, my heart is deep in mourning
My love has died in the brave fight.
He did fight from morn till dusk dear,
He did fight all through the night,
He did not let our land be taken from us
Whilst he was standing, fit to fight.

The heathen came across the waters,
The heathens came prepared to fight,
The heathen came to our great nation,
To take it from us with their might.
Our land was fraught with mortal danger,
Our daughters all were chilled with fright,
Our mothers all were filled with righteous anger,
Our fathers all were set about to fight.

“We shall fight from morn till dusk boys,
We shall fight all through the night,
We won’t let our land be taken from us
Whilst we’re all standing bravely in this fight.
For they had come to the wrong place dear,
As they thought us weak with fright,
They did not know that we would join together
To defend our land with all our might.”


So we fought from morn till dusk dear,
So we fought all through the night,
We tried to stop our land being taken from us
Until no man could stand up to fight.
Oh, how we fought from morn till night dear,
Oh, how we fought all through the night,
Now they think our land is taken from us
Because they’ve beaten us in this fight.

Now they think the battle is over,
Now they think the war has been won.
Now they think they’ve broken our spirit,
By slaughtering our precious, precious ones.
Now they think that they can rule us,
Now they think we are “their sons”,
Now they think that they have “won us”,
Now they have all our swords and guns.

But the fight goes on forever,
Maybe not with bombs, knives or guns,
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.
Yes we’ll still fight them in the morning,
We’ll still fight them in the night,
We will never give up on our freedom,
While one of us is standing here to fight.

Yes, the fight goes on forever,
No, the war will never be won:
They will never own our souls dear,
We will never be their sons.



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