Joy with Tears
I didn't mean to cry
When you sailed away
But a Symphony of joy with tears
Got mingled along the way
Mingled among the worn out shoes
And discarded little bows
Buried beneath the painted ponies
And the dancing ballerina toes
I didn't mean to cry
But my feet are made of clay
And my father's heart, it must break
So that you can find your way
If I held my breath
Could I roll back the time
And take us to those bygone years
When you held your hand in mine
I don't mean to cry
When you sail away
But the joy of seeing you be you
Brought tears along the way
I love you!
And I always will!
Daddy