Living on a farm, miles away from anything,
I didn't understand why my dad moved my family there when I was born.
10 acres of solitude, riding my horse at day break.
From the beginning, my dad taught me all I know, everything I would need to get me through okay.
Then I discoverd, he was only protecting me.
That sunny day after school, playing on that huge rickety jungle gym.
It's engraved in my mind, seeing it clearly, remembering the pain.
Time stopped as I fell from great heights- so small and innocent.
I couldn't stop what was happening, falling... falling...
and then it stopped as I fell upon that rusty old nail- sticking up from the kind earth.
How can something so beautiful hold such disaster.
I never really felt it past my skin.
But the evidence was there, sticking out of my face- directly out of my face, blood trailing down my face.
I remember my mother screaming and my dad, scooping me up, running with me in his strong arms- my hero.
He knew then that he couldn't protect me anymore, hide me away from the world, the corruption.
Sooner or later, I would know worse pain than what I felt then- he couldn't protect me anymore.
I never screamed or cried so hard when they pulled that nail from my face- contaminated.
They thought I would lose my sight, in that one eye.
My father holding me close, watching on as they stitched my up.
He wanted to save me from what he knew life would bring...
stitch me up- my eyes, my ears, so i couldn't see the chaos or hear the bullshit.
I was his little girl, fragile and scared,
and now I was there, lying on that hospital bed-
one eye closed, bruised and broken, trembling from the pain, dried blood covering my face.
He couldn't save me- protect me.
Oh daddy, I could sense your fear and I wanted to show you.
I am strong, and I dont need to be protected.
So I went on from that day, strong and determined, to show you-
your little girl, would make it through okay.
So dont worry daddy, your still my hero.
Always my hero,
I love you dad.
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