When I was little,
around the age of three...
you showed me and told me,
how great I could be.
When I got older,
you were always there.
To comfort me and show me
how much you care.
You were there for me,
in the good times and bad.
Remember all that lemonade we used to sell? Or the day I skipped school to watch the NHL?
I remember all those times we had...
so why am I feeling so sad?
Cause your away now working to feed me and to pay for what I want to be...
I want to be your daughter and nothing more.
Even if you are broke and very poor.
As the months and days go by, I tell myself I'll be fine.
But please.... come home....
so I can be your little sunshine
