by R.E.D

Created on: June 04, 2008

I loved walking with you daddy

Out where the old trees stand

We walked along together

My tiny mitten in your gloved hand

We walked there every sunday

because I knew you like to go

I just watch your big foot prints

next to my little ones in the snow

My feet got wet

my nose got cold too

But I was brave

so I'd never tell you

Today I walk alone

Out where the old trees stand

There is no one here to hold my little mittened hand

My feet are wet

and my nose is cold

But I felt the warmth

of the sun that shone

and then I remembed

Daddy

how you carried me all the way home.

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