Father-Daughter
Waves that crash along the beach,
Hope farther than arms can reach
Father and daughter walk side by side,
Listening to the sound of the incoming tide
They kick rocks and pick flowers
And feel the weight of each rain shower
They talk about the fire
They wish they were near...
Hope farther than arms can reach
Father and daughter walk side by side,
Listening to the sound of the incoming tide
They kick rocks and pick flowers
And feel the weight of each rain shower
They talk about the fire
They wish they were near...