My Lost Daughter
Do we think that life, is true and fair,
as no-one really seems, seems to really care,
Children cry and children die,
it really brings a tear, a tear to my eye,
To see children suffer in so much pain,
now come on people, lets start again,
I lost a daughter when i was 27,
but i know she is with god, and she is up in heaven,
I long to see her face, to see her face, one day,
but until that day, my heart is filled with pain,
Bridey bridey, i love you my dear,
and some times i feel, you are still here,
Please please watch for me, watch from up above,
as my lost little daughter, i send to you my love
Copyright © Ken O Leary | Year Posted 2009
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