Good Life

Your Daddy is coming home

As the cold winter snow covers your grave

And your name on that gray marble stone

I'd give anything to hear these words again

Your Daddy is coming home





As a child I would run to meet you

You'd scoop me up in your arms so strong

Each night when my Mom would tell me

Your Daddy is coming home





As a teen my Mom would tell me

Girl it's time to hang up that phone

Go get washed up for supper

Your Daddy is coming home





The night the ambulance took you away

I never felt so helpless and alone

My Mom said ,Girl don't worry

Your Daddy is coming home





As I stood there in tears at your funeral

This thought ,chilled me to the bone

I knew I'd never hear again

Your Daddy is coming home

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