My Angel My Light
You are the apple of my eye
As you grew so did my pride
My daughter so beautiful so bright
Nothing could match the love inside
That I felt for you my angel my light
Then you grew up as young girls do
And the boys began to take notice
Not one did I think was good enough for you
But I knew you'd soon receive your first kiss
Every weekend my dad comes around, he will sit me down and tell me beautiful things and when he returned back, the memories won't stop coming.
