My Father Watches Over Me
I get out of bed slowly
Run to the mirror and see,
A much brighter picture now
Im happy and beautiful as can be.
I continue to just stand there
At this new person I stare,
Wondering just what is going on
For yesterday it was me there.
Getting dressed I hum along
Im really enjoying this day,
Hopeing this is real no dream
I think I can enjoy living this way.
With the pain and sorrow gone
Life now so great I can see,
Its always been this way
For my father watches over me.
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