I used to think Daddy was magic.
He could carry me on his shoulders without getting tired.
He knew how to make the boogeyman go away.
He could even make mommy stop crying.

I was the luckiest girl in the world 'cause
Daddy taught me to throw a ball, even though I was a girl.
He called me his princess,
And he could make the moon come out at night.

Daddy loved me so much he answered all my questions, even the dumb ones.
He told me not to listen to the older kids, Santa Claus was real
'cause he was in my heart.
He said that brown cows make chocolate milk,
And when he looked up in the sky, he would say:
"Princess, do you know why the moon shines bright in the sky?"
"It shines so that even when I'm far away, you will know how much Daddy loves you."

I'm looking at the moon tonight.
Daddy has a new family and he's far away.
Santa Claus isn't in my heart anymore and
Brown cows make plain, white milk.

There's no one to answer my questions, even the ones that aren't dumb, like:
"Daddy, why did you have to go away?"
"Daddy, who's gonna make mommy stop crying?"

and the one question I'm scared to ask,
"Daddy, do you remember why the moon shines bright in the sky?"

I hope so because,
Daddy, the moon's out tonight!

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