In her Father’s arms is the weight of a nation.  He holds as he goes to battle the keys to our peace.  As a soldier he trades the embrace of his family for the cold, lonely grasp of war.

In her Father’s arms she will always be, though safe at home or miles away.  No matter how hard or caloused his hands may become they will remeber her soft velvet skin.

In her Father’s arms she will always be safe.  His hold will steady her, his grip never fail.

In her Father’s arms she will always feel loved.  She is his little angel – a piece of his heart.  He’ll hold and protect her, like now at her start.