Anne Wilson - My Father’s Daughter - text písně

10 foot tall and bulletproof
Always looking up to you
I can see me 4 years old up on your shoulders
The sound of gravel meant home from work
Calloused hands, flannel shirt
Kiss goodnight and bedtime prayers when the day was over

I’ve got your eyes, I’ve got your heart I’ve got your arms holding me
I’ve got a place to land
When I just can’t make sense of anything This woman I’m becoming
The world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go
I’ll always be
My father’s daughter

Now I’m out here on my own
But I’m still Princess in your phone
You’ve stayed the same while my whole life’s been changing Been through heaven, been through hell
Through it all, you loved me well
Ain’t no doubt that you and God are how I made it

I’ve got your eyes, I’ve got your heart I’ve got your arms holding me
I’ve got a place to land
When I just can’t make sense of anything This woman I’m becoming
The world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go
I’ll always be
My father’s daughter

Sunday morning, third row pew
Takes me back to watching you
Raise your hands and sing about the living water Swear you almost came apart
When I asked Jesus in my heart
Said Annie, don't forget you are your father’s daughter

This woman I’m becoming
The world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go
I’ll always be

My father’s daughter

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