When I was just eighteen and alone on my own,
My heart was cold and hard as a simple stone.
I thought I knew what love was at that time.
Though what I was feeling was just puppy prime.
I prayed to God to deliver my love to me.
Even at cost, of her having another’s baby.
It so happened, she got pregnant you see.
So she came and I offered my heart so free.
When the child was born, my daughter came to be.
My heart softened quickly, when I heard “Daddy”.
I lost my first thought of love, in a very short while.
Totally my fault, my mind was full of ill-gotten guile.
Though my love never faded for the little girl,
She went away; my heart and mind went awhirl.
Forever and a day she still calls me Daddy.
Whenever I hear that word, it makes me happy.
She will always be my first little girl, forever more.
As well each time she says that word for sure.
My soul and heart will melt deep into the core.
Hearing that two syllable word, makes me soar.