My Pride

When I look back on hard times, I ask myself why. As I search for a reason a tear gently falls from my eye. But would I be here and have her by my side, had I not been through all of this, had my strength not been tested and tried?

For every loss, through all the pain, she closes the holes left inside. For every fear, through all the shame in my child I can always confide.

When I see my little girl smile, my troubles they swiftly subside. All I feel when I look in her eyes is a warmth as my heart fills with pride. All I feel when I look in her eyes is a warmth as my heart fills with pride.