In my daughter's eyes,
I can see the future.
A reflection of who I am,
An' what will be.
An' though she'll grow an', some day, leave:
Maybe raise a family,
When I'm gone,
I hope you'll see,
How happy she made me,
For I'll be there,
in my daughter's eyes.
**Martina McBride
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