A father missing his child and remembering what is was like to be loved.
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Story behind the song
My daughter live's in Michigan, I live in California. When I would see, or be around other children, it would make me miss her all the more... I am temporarily using this backround track, because the music is similar to what I hear in my head. New music will be put to these lyrics, shortly.
Lyrics
Have you ever seen a little baby sleep?
You know the angels dance in their heads,
And have you ever seen children playin’ in the park,
With smiles on their faces so happy with life…
Chorus:
These are quality moments captured in time,
That’s locked in our hearts and stay in our minds,
Do you remember being loved?
The precious memory of a little baby’s sigh,
Just stop and think what life was about,
Do you remember that peaceful smile on your little child’s face?
When she said…
Spoken: (“Good Morning Daddy…”
“Good Morning Honey…”
“Have a wonderful day”
“Thank you Babe…”)
Chorus:
I remember being loved…
Spoken: (I don’t know why she loves me, but she loves me, unconditionally!)
Bridge:
Caramel apples on a stick, pumpkins orange and round,
Costume children everywhere, corn husk on the ground,
There’s candy by the bowlfuls and penny’s at your door,
You know Halloween is present, and autumn reins once more…
You see bicycles, skateboards, and jump ropes,
There’s children in the street,
And that little girl playin’ with her Barbie doll…
Ooh she looks so sweet…
And time after time I can feel my mind sink into overload,
I drop down to the ground and pray to “God” give me strength for another day…
A father without his child, he’s just a father without his child…
When a mother sees her baby cry it tears her up inside,
But a father without his child, he’s the loneliest man alive
And time after time you can feel your mind sink into overload,
You drop down to the ground and you pray to “God”,
Give me strength for another day…
Father without his child…
He’s just a father without his child… (Repeat)
Father I’ve cried, a million times… in my life…
And Father I die inside… about a million times…
Have you ever seen a little baby sleep?
“Quality Moments…”
