Her baby teeth are falling out and her hair is getting long
She has her own way of doing things; She moves to tune of her own heart song.
She looks like me, but she is her own, I watch her in awe, as she grows..
She argues with me and is sure to give me her say, But I am so thankful that she is made that way.
I don't want her to cower in anyones shadow or go along with the crowd
I want her to fight in the name of what's right, when the voices of others are loud.
I try to guide her gently and offer my hand to hold
But I know theres a day, when God takes me away and she will have to stand on her own.
I am proud of her spunk and her spirit, that somehow I failed to achieve
My needy ways have skipped her and I am thankful she is not like me.
Soar baby girl to the heavens..
May you live out each one of your dreams
Your momma loves you so deeply
When you sing, Angel, sing one for me.
