TO MY BABY GIRL
In my baby’s eyes
I see thine reflection
I look to the horizon
Never, has it seemed clearer
In them I find my way;
Will and strength to forge ahead
She paves my path
Giving reason to tomorrow
Her smile brighter than the sun
Shedding light to an even brighter future
I know this why?
I wonder in between chuckles when she laughs
Or, from the innocent gaze and childish giggles
She has faith
Faith enough for both of us
For me that is about all, the assurance I need
To trudge on, fight even if be need
I believe in her believe, her believe in me
Because of her i live she, lives because of me
Our paths defined
We strive to live for both of us

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