I am your little girl, whose hairs are curled,

I belong to you, and you are my world,

You live in my heart, you are my soul,

I look up to you, my father, I need your role.

I grew like daisy, and you became my shadow,

You still hold my hand, in the green meadow.

Now, my shadow has been changed,

In my rocky world, I screamed.

No one cared my grief,

Everyone had a disbelief.

I was about to end my life,

As I don’t want to, strife.

You once again became my shadow,

Hold my hand, and put me in green meadows.

Your daisy is content and blooming in the twilight,

I am your daughter, with you, I will be all right.

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