To many young girls Their Dads are their Hero.
As for me... Mines nothing but a man whos my dad...

Tired of the pain.
A Girl, Woe and Hurt...

>>trapped<<
Lost in a dark hole of woe and pain...

---Love, Such a [Powerful] word.
Past years it caused so much *pain...

She Came back Into town.
You went and talked to her...

Heart Broken and Alone I thought I would Never...
We shared some Laughs, Tears, and Anger...

He walks into the shadows of the night,
spurs screaming with every step...

Mistake, regtets?
so small and fragil...

I sit on my bed Looking at the gold on black cross...
Well, now your leaving me...

I'm the youngest
I'm your daughter...

I am from Wheatland,
From hard winds and horse stables...

YOU CALL YOURSELF THEIR MOTHER!?!?!?
How? Bless that angels soul..their REAL mothers...