And when I gather all your tears, I’ll bring another to take your hand and bring you near. And when a warm summer breeze blows through the trees, listen to the leaves from they will sing you a song.
My heart and arms are big and strong. Never worry. I”ll hold you all day long.
“CAUSE THAT IS WHAT A FATHER DOES”, HE LOVES.
Kathy Halley 8/4/2013 from THE FATHER’S JOURNAL