As the sun sits down on my fence
I sit down in my chair
The day is near its end
So I let down my hair
I think of all of today
An that's to be tomorrow
I try an focus on all the joy
An not on the sorrow
Sometimes it may be hard
But I look into my children's eyes
An even on the worse days
They make me realize
With there tiny hands and toes
They make me open my eyes an see
All I have to be happy for
is right in front of me

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