He looks in his children's eyes and promises them a happy life.
When he sees tears, when he hears their cries.
He says no more suffering, no more strife.
He cuddles them in his arms and kisses away their pain.
In his dream, he's holding their hands while dancing in the rain.
Your children are your life, your next generation to carry on your name.
They are not there to suffer and to live in shame.
What you teach them, they grow up and do the same.
Life is not picture perfect, life is not a game.
He tucks them up in bed every night.
He chases away their night mares and teaches them not to fight.
He loves them with all his heart, and teaches them right from wrong.
He takes out his guitar and sings them a little song.
He shows them that it's good to be weak, and sometimes strong.
He loves his little children, in his life is where they belong.
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