A Song for Missing You

Hey, just sittin' here thinking 'bout you
Guess I got nothing better to do
When I remember all the good times
(it takes me awhile),
I can't help it, I start to smile
And I wish
You were here in my arms

 Remember the last time I saw your face?
When I dropped you off at that Louisiana place?
And you smiled and waved as you walked away
Little tears starting to form on your face
And we wished
Neither of us had to go

 But my darlin', oh, my sweetheart
How much do I love you? 
Oh, where should I start?
I see your eyes and your hair
and the funny way you stare
in my mind
as I hold you in my heart
Oh, my daughter,
I wish we never had to part
Lying here awake, it's 8:32
I love it when I get to talk to you
Your voice always reminds me of home
Wherever it is
is where I belong
And I'm so glad
I get to call you mine

 It won't be long til I see you again
Are you havin' fun with your mom and your friends?
I hope you and your sister never fight
and if you do, you're the first to make it right
And pray to God
You know He loves you more than I

 But my darlin', oh, my sweetheart
How much do I love you? 
Oh, where should I start?
I see your eyes and your hair
and the funny way you stare
in my mind
as I hold you in my heart
Oh, my daughter,
I wish we never had to part

 Don't you wonder which one I write this to
You know, baby, it's to both of you
You're my daughters
And my love for you is true
I know you love me
and I love you, too.

 [Goodnight, sweethearts. I love you. And remember, even though I don't understand it, somehow God loves you even more than I do. And I'm so very glad he let me be your dad.]

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