She Sings

She sings softly, her songs of love She sings loudly, songs of joy She sings lullabies to sleepy eyes Being rubbed by her little boy She sings from the heart about her mother Who died when she was young She sings perfectly in harmony With the guitar her mom once strung She sings alone in the shower She sings lead in a local band She sings to a few in the front church pew And in crowded bars where they have to stand She sings every chance that she gets She sings like others wish they could But, most of all, as long as I recall What she does is sing really good Now, she ends her set with this song The anthem that I wrote for her And to my surprise, with teary eyes She ends with a sweetly sung whisper … Thank you, Daddy