my daddy

my daddy

taught me about music

he always had it playing in our house

it was never quiet

sometimes it caused a riot

we were always loud

entertaining a crowd

he went to work in a suit

but came home and let loose

poured himself a drink

and in his chair he'd sink

pretending to direct

the most obedient musicians

he'd close his eyes and humm

to the strings the bass and drums

i'll never forget his passion

for tchaikovsky, beethoven and chopin

i would pretend i was a prima ballerina

and dance and prance to gain his attention

yearning for his affection

leaping in all directions

he gave me the strength to reach for the stars

even though some thought i was from mars

he believed in me

and so i was free

to travel far

lonely as a star

but always knowing

my home was warm and glowing

safe and secure for me to return

forever being adored

as his prima ballerina

i love my daddy

and even though he isn't perfect

i forgive his flaws

because in my heart i know

that he loves me so

and that is all that matters

in the end

he is my friend