I would if I could
But I can't
I love to walk down memory lane
When I was papa's girl
He called me princess
Because he's my Dike
He always held my tender hand
Protected me with all
Taught me to be brave
Tolerated my failures
Until I became a victor
Because he's my Dike
It's not true what I heard
But can truth tell lie?
Can I get one more packet of smarties
And my dense long hair will be plaited
Please Don't be silent
It's your little girl's voice
I want to hear you giggle
I want to see your call on my screen
I want your blessings one more time
It's so hard to say goodbye
But I want to rest my case
So you would rest in peace
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