My Beautiful Kids, Father's Love

In a little house on the edge of town,

Where the fields stretch wide and the sun sets down,

You’re my reason to wake with a smile each day,

My beautiful kids, in every single way.

Your laughter echoes through these old, worn halls,

Drawing crayon dreams on the dusty walls,

From bedtime stories to morning sun,

A father’s love, it’s never done.

Oh, my beautiful kids, you make life sweet,

With your tiny hands and unsteady feet,

In this world, you’re my guiding star,

I love you always, right where you are.

From the baseball games to the schoolyard fights,

Through the sleepless tears and the starlit nights,

Every moment, big and small,

A father’s love will catch them all.

So when the world feels big and a little too tough,

Remember you’re wrapped in a love so rough,

Like the bark of an oak but the heart of gold,

A father's love never grows old.

Oh, my beautiful kids, you make life sweet,

With your tiny hands and unsteady feet,

In this world, you’re my guiding star,

I love you always, right where you are.