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Lost Princess

There are some hearts,  too small,  to carry all the pain

The hurt, too much to bare,  upon a fragile frame

So hard to face the light of day or find a place to hide

They can not bare to see themselves, afraid to come outside

                      I can hear you daddy

                      but I have let you down

                      and I can't find your princess

                      anywhere around

                      I am so sorry daddy

                      I failed both me and you

                      I can not find your princess

                      and I so, miss her too 

There are some hearts, too big, where room enough for two

can hold the hurt and woundt,  it is what fathers do

the princess isn't lost,  at times she can not see

the princess is at  home in the heart that belongs to me

                      I can hear you daddy

                      but I have lost my way

                      and I can't find the princess

                      you played with yesterday

                      I am so sorry daddy

                      but the woman that you see

                      has lost your little princess

                      on her way to becoming me

A princess is your heart, the woman is your crown

You are no more when standing up, no less when fallen down

You can not ever fail me, you can not let me down

just because your little feet get tangled in a gown  

                       I can hear you daddy

                       but I wanted you to see

                       a very special princess

                       whenever you looked at me

                       I am so sorry daddy

                       I wanted me to be

                      the princess in your eyes

                      and not the girl I see

Then close your eyes my princess, see with heart instead 

You are not measured by my eyes and never by my head

love is much to busy to measure what we've done

it looks at where we're going, not where we are from.

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