For Beetle
Little girls
Wish upon stars
To always be daddy’s princess
But he runs, he leaves, and I never believe
That he ran away forever, he’ll never be back.
Mama, with her gentle heart
falls in love
With the man who pumps her gas
He tells her things
All pretty dreams
And builds a castle from the broken glass
I’m the princess
Only four years old
I never called him daddy
But his actions always told
That he was the daddy of my heart
And the daddy of my soul.
Too young, he passed
Beautiful but fragile heart
Broken and beaten body
His soul ascends
His memories blend
But he will always be
Beetle
My hearts Daddy
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