On Little Wings She Flies

In a land far off,

Your little steps echo the tops,

The horizons far beyond,

They all stop and sing,

For this little girl that be,

This little kid of awe,

That brought love wherever she set her feet on

In the horizons far beyond,

The candles light up,

1,2,3,4,5 blow blow blow

Pop pop pop

The candles go off

And tiny little hands clap

She's now a big girl

Happy Birthday Lakisha!

So when I wanna write a note,

Then remember, well its too hard to

So will just stop here,

And say, the love I have,

Is like no other as I still smile like an idiot,

When I think about those little arms caressing my arm

And that innocent face on my bosom,

Makes me a bit sad sometimes happy

You have a way with me,

I didnt want to fall in love,

But I do, with each passing year

When I have to remember

We were together,

That's all I have to remember,
Though not enough
But it's better

Happy Birthday Lakisha

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