So here's the story: It was thursday. Or shall i call it thirstday? Thirstday bcos we have reed classes, that means we have the class that disallows us to go out to pee, let alone fetch water once we come in the classroom. Even if it means we'll die for thirst any minute. But that's not the whole point. Thing is, Thursday happens to be our lab day too. We have computer classes, so we check in the comp lab every now and then. We were on our Software Applications lesson, particularly on Microsoft Word, we had to bring a copy of our favorite song's lyrics just so we could type it out again, now with the reason for taking it as our pick while taking a tour at the application's features. This was to check whether we get the whole point of the Word's worth to this now rapidly changing world. And i picked Bob Carlisle's Butterfly Kisses.
There's two things I know for sure:
She was sent here from heaven and she's
daddy's little girl.
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes and
I thank god for all the joy in my life
Oh, but most of all
For butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer;
sticking little white flowers all up in her
hair; "Walk beside the pony, Daddy, it's my first ride."
"I know the cake looks funny, Daddy, but I sure tried."
In all that I've done wrong I know I must
have done something right to deserve a hug
every morning and butterfly kisses at night.
Sweet 16 today
She's looking like her mama a little more everyday
One part woman, the other part girl.
To perfume and make-up from ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world.
But I remember
Butterfly kisses after bedtime prayer; sticking
little white flowers all up in her hair.
"You know how much I love you, Daddy, But if you
don't mind I'm only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time."
With all that I've done wrong I must have done
something right to deserve her love every morning
and butterfly kisses at night.
All the precious time
Like the wind, the years go by.
Precious butterfly.
Spread your wings and fly.
She'll change her name today.
She'll make a promise and I'll give her away.
Standing in the bride-room just staring at her.
She asked me what I'm thinking and I said "I'm not
sure-I just feel like I'm losing my baby girl."
She leaned over...gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there,
Sticking little white flowers all up in her hair
"Walk my down the aisle, Daddy-it's just about time."
"Does my wedding dress look pretty, Daddy? Daddy, don't cry!"
Oh, with all that I've done wrong I must have
done something right.
To deserve your love every morning and butterfly
kisses-I couldn't ask God for more, man this is what love is.
I know I gotta let her go, but I'll always remember
every hug in the morning and butterfly kisses.
Why this? That leads us to the second part of our story. I chose the song because like the ones covered in the song, i was then daddy's little girl. He used to send me to school, makes it a point to bring food or something he knows i'll be thankful for when he gets home from a busy day. When I'm not sure i did the the right thing, he assures me i dont have anything to feel guilty for and he makes me feel I'm free of blame. But those are the days. And now that I'm almost of age, we dont hang out as often and as much as before. We dont agree on most things. When heated discussions arise in the family, we go against each other. Im not proud of that you see, and i dont wanna remember the same scene in the coming days, even in the next few years. Which is why, I had to agree on my teacher for having this printed out so we could give our song's subject (my dad, in my case) a copy of whatever is in it. Maybe I wanted my dad to hear my side of the story. Maybe i just miss the feeling i get everytime he throws me up in air and when does his elevator moves. I'm still not brave enough to tell him I want to hear the exact few words on the song's last part when the day i decide to wear that white dress on comes. But doesn't mean, i'll never learn to be. I know im brave. Maybe just not yet enough to talk to him like a promising daughter should have.
That can wait...
Takes a lot of courage.
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