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Phil Wiggins Apr 2012
My little girl with curly hair,
She wants her dad but i'm not there,
I didnt want to leave her side,
When i did i cried and cried,
I know she loves me because i'm her dad,
I know she gets so very sad,
She may be told that i'm not nice,
Its me who made the sacrifice,
I love you sweethart you will know,
Daddy will never let you go,
But you are small and dont understand,
I will always hold your hand,
It will get better in time you'll see,
Youre a beautiful part of me,
I would never ever let you go,
I had to be the one to step back though,
I love you more than words can say,
Daddy will never go away,
I love you georgie,
Youre the beautiful part of me.
Phil Wiggins Apr 2012
I walked alone for so long,
I tried to sing a happy song,
I did and i liked the tune,
But there were no words

I was brave and I carried on,
No words would fit my happy song,
I tried to find the words to fit,
But nothing came they wouldnt sit

Now since you i sing the words,
I'm even watched by the birds,
They look and wonder where i am,
They ask each other how i can

The answers simple my feathered friends,
I found a love that just wont end,
I fell in love thats why i sing,
I'll ask the girl to wear my ring

I sing my song now and i'm not affraid,
I realise how love is made,
If you listen you will know,
Just how a song of love should go.
Phil Wiggins Apr 2012
She
She is all the earth and more,
She brings love that i adore,
She shines like the sun but doesnt burn,
She teaches me things oh how i learn,

She knows not her beauty,
She is devoted she has done her duty,
She is without condition,
She brings my love to fruition

She is more than i deserve,
She is strong she holds her nurve,
She brings out the best,
She is love i am blessed

She is an Angel on this land,
She is the helping healing hand,
She is more than i can say
She is here to stay

She told me it will never end,
She is the one i'll defend,
She is my best friend,
She is all and everything.
Phil Wiggins Apr 2012
Under a tree a boy would cry and watch the world with a tear stained eye,
Beneath its leaves a boy would play the world outside a mile away,
From its branches a boy would swing,
He loved the tree the tree loved him,
But in time the child he grew and from the boy the man creapt through,
The time has come tree that i leave home find a house have a child of my own,
Please from you tree may i take a seed from you a tree to make,
And in time a boy would swing,
He loved the tree the tree loved him.

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