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3 years, 8 months and 19 days
Oh, how this little girl brings the sunrays
Playing chase, "Wait for daddy" then I lift her off her feet
because holding onto Chloe makes everything sweet
Sunshine in a onesie, add a tutu, too(?)
"Join my tea-time, daddy. How do you do?"
Little blue pajamas aren't just for little boys
now go and hug your grandma and let's put away your toys
Oh, the joyous noise of a toddler on her trike
playing with her older brother, yet another little tyke
I like they love each other, two peas in a pod
They'll always share the love and I'm so grateful, God
She would wear a tiara where a bow's supposed to go
and she never had a care that her hair would barely show
but when it did it was clumpy and kinda cocked to one side
She'd touch her finger to her nose, toothless smile, cross-eyed
all the while running wild, so much energy and laughter
"Throw me high in the sky, daddy!" knowing I would catch her
I'd go running through the house with Chloe tucked under one arm
and she knew I'd never drop her, never cause her any harm
That's the last thing, I think, to ever cross a kid's mind
but now I sing the ink of a father left behind
One day she just never woke up, and now I'm broken and shattered
because the joy and the hope and the everything that mattered
is now gone far away, so very far away from me
I live in blame, and in shame, and complete misery
Crumpled in the corner, slow motion, so surreal
Praying to the Lord that I will no longer feel
Her brother needs my love and to know that I care
but even though I'm there, I am no longer there
This moment will not pass, so sullenly I lay
as I whisper "Wait for daddy..." until my dying day
3 years, 8 months and 19 days
we had to cheer and to run and be free always
and now I just don't know how I'm gonna get through
because letting go of Chloe is the hardest thing to do
Oh, how this little girl brings the sunrays
Playing chase, "Wait for daddy" then I lift her off her feet
because holding onto Chloe makes everything sweet
Sunshine in a onesie, add a tutu, too(?)
"Join my tea-time, daddy. How do you do?"
Little blue pajamas aren't just for little boys
now go and hug your grandma and let's put away your toys
Oh, the joyous noise of a toddler on her trike
playing with her older brother, yet another little tyke
I like they love each other, two peas in a pod
They'll always share the love and I'm so grateful, God
She would wear a tiara where a bow's supposed to go
and she never had a care that her hair would barely show
but when it did it was clumpy and kinda cocked to one side
She'd touch her finger to her nose, toothless smile, cross-eyed
all the while running wild, so much energy and laughter
"Throw me high in the sky, daddy!" knowing I would catch her
I'd go running through the house with Chloe tucked under one arm
and she knew I'd never drop her, never cause her any harm
That's the last thing, I think, to ever cross a kid's mind
but now I sing the ink of a father left behind
One day she just never woke up, and now I'm broken and shattered
because the joy and the hope and the everything that mattered
is now gone far away, so very far away from me
I live in blame, and in shame, and complete misery
Crumpled in the corner, slow motion, so surreal
Praying to the Lord that I will no longer feel
Her brother needs my love and to know that I care
but even though I'm there, I am no longer there
This moment will not pass, so sullenly I lay
as I whisper "Wait for daddy..." until my dying day
3 years, 8 months and 19 days
we had to cheer and to run and be free always
and now I just don't know how I'm gonna get through
because letting go of Chloe is the hardest thing to do
