My dreams were wild I used to ask my father for a lullaby before i go to bed But he tells me a story instead
He’ll always start with once upon a time
His voice so calm in tune with my window chime He feeds my mind not with fairytales and Fantasies, But with how life could give me endless possibilities
Our night light is the moon,
Making a silhouette of a kind man in the walls of our room He tells me how he wishes to see me grow up, A fine young lady with a pretty shapes up
A kiss in my forehead after his story
and a smile even when i know he’s sorry. sorry, for giving me nothing but a bread to eat, and a beautiful story before I sleep.
After years of making and fighting for his life
the time for his rest has finally arrive I cried but i know he’s happy because today, i’ve grown up as the fine lady he wanted me to be.
Here It is Draw My Life I Had a Tough Time Making His Because Well I Have to Tell My Entire Life Story Under 20 Minutes I Can Barely Remember What I Did Yesterday So This Will Be a Very Brief Summary of My Life I Would