When a heart is held captive by a daughter, or even a son, it never can be set free nor wish to be.
So, there I am within her spell
She breathes her words, I come alive
Her name to give, I’ll never tell
But without her near, I can’t survive
She holds the power of my heart
Her gentle smile and her lovely ways
So, from her then, I’ll never part
I am entranced for eternal days
So, I’m then captive to her whiles
No other way I’d choose to be
To know what lies behind her smiles
Is how my daughter sets me free
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