• So there she stands
    Holding Mommy's hand

    Black briefcase,
    Stiff white collar,
    Daddy has no time for play
    He waves to his girls
    From his metal, black steed.
    She watches him drive away.

    Plastic princess crown
    lopsided, tawny brown hair
    "Daddy, look at me!"
    But soon, she can see
    Daddy has no time for play.

    Time passes
    Daddy grows feeble
    She knows he has to move on
    It doesn't matter, she's all grown up
    Daddy's work here is done.

    When she sees the earth
    When he finds the light
    The casket comes out
    Tears blurr by the sight

    She has four parting words,
    Four last chances.
    the Princess whispers
    "Daddy, look at me."