For my daughter.
I tell you what — you don’t have to agree,
We all believe in magic, all to a degree.
I know that life is precious, I know that love is dear,
Because I’ve lost so much, so far and yet so near.
You want to be the mystery, enigma in the room,
Yet you want to be known, flower in full bloom.
I know you — all your secrets, so many and so few,
You tied a rope to follow, to chase down every clue.
Forget the highest tower, forget the lowest rung,
The truth lies in the middle, right in the slip of tongue.
I wish I could take your pain, ease your aching heart,
But you live in your present, your life is yours to start.
My daughter, you’re so lovely, your laughter and your dark,
It’s not my job to handle your beauty and your spark.
You’ll life the life you’re after, you’ll live it full and wide,
My job is very simple — it’s to cheer and bide.
