Mommy says she loves her Daddy says he cares But somehow everything they do Reminds her they're not there Sometimes she looks up for them From her place, crying, on the floor And she finds she's not surprised When they're not waiting anymore For baby girl to grow up And dry her big blue eyes 'Cause they've seemed to have decided That they can't see it when she cries. It's easier for them to pretend She knows how hard they've tried To believe that she's just peachy When, in fact, she's dying inside And now they say she's older She doesn't need them anymore When she really needs them now Even more than she did before Mommy'

Wherever you go, Whatever you do, I will be there to hold you always, To help you see life through Most of what you want, And all the things you need, These things, along with my love, Are gifts you will receive As long as I live, Even after I am gone, My love will burn so bright, It will always be this strong Let me tell you a story, About your father's love All the times I carry you, It's you that lifts me up All the times that you cry, I'll be right by your side, Your father's love is eternal, It will never be denied Whatever you dream, Whatever you want to be, I will be there to guide you, I will teach you to believ

She is my dandelion girl, a graceful, yellow weed with puffs for hair. She tells me she isn't trying to be beautiful. Only existing. Her moonstone fingers are braiding hopes and love into the strands of her hair as she idly chatters of how the sun seems to shine a little yellower with you there. She becomes something exceptional, a garden filled with starlight and teacups. She will remind you the sun is also a star and that we often overlook those closest to us.