If I will have a daughter
I will be the first man to buy her a flower
And I guess she will say how pretty it is
But then I will look above and point her to the clouds
Yes to those dark clouds above
And I will tell her the flower grew because the rain fell
And that she should not be afraid to fall in life
Because sometimes a fall produces the most beautiful result
Like the rain falling to produce a flower or two hearts falling in love.