Good Night
Dreams come and go, but the ones that count are the the ones spent with those you care.
As this day ends I look back at the words shared, and realize I'm loved and cared.
I couldn't be a luckier girl. I have a family I can call my own, the friends I have are dear,
But most of all, I have a Heavenly Father who is constantly there.
No matter how small or big, I matter in His eyes.
He gave me a mother to dry my crying eyes.
A father too was given me to teach how to be strong.
Each lesson learned, with more to come.
I look around and up above to realize each blessing.
Back then and now and to come I'm grateful for it all.
Now on my knees I pray with a full heart, thank you, thank you, now I'm ready.
I'll serve thee until the end.
Good night, good night, until tomorrow,
Good night.
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