If my memory could hold a brush
And paint in perfect hues
The scenes of joy it would create
Would be because of you
And if this awkward heart could hold a pen
And write down what is true
I'd weave those words into a song
And I'd sing it just for you
Then you'd know how much I love you
You'd know you hold my heart
You'd know that who I am
Is because of who you are
And you'd know that when I say this prayer
I wrap it in a bow
I'm so thankful for my father
And I pray somehow he'll know
If the Lord above had given me
The wisdom of the years
I'd speak to you in words sublime
And my meaning would be clear
I'd say, "I'm grown and gone
But love goes on and this will always be
For I'm still your little boy
And you're still my Daddy"
