From the first breath of her life
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She flew straight into my arms
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I used to catch her from the swings
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When she was five...
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And now she dances on the wind
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In a world as hard as stone
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She's so anxious to begin
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And ready to fly...
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And she walks with me
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And she talks with me
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As she holds her hand in mine
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I know she'll find her way
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Like the light of day
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Cause it's love that makes her strong
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Though I cannot stop the rain
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And I cannot turn the tide
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And I'm sure there will be things
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That break her heart
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I can only let her know
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I am always on her side
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And even as I let her go
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IĄŻll never be far
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And she walks with me
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And she talks with me
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In her eyes I see her truth
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Born of her fire and grace
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As she finds her place
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Cause it's love that makes her strong
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And as she walks with me
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And she talks with me
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In my eyes sheĄŻll see my prayer
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As she turns each page
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Through this tender age
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It is love that makes her strong
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ItĄŻs her love that makes her strong
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She Walks With Me
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| Beth Nielsen Chapman |
