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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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