My Father's Eyes - Pat Benesta

Sailing down behind the sun,

Waiting for my prince to come.

Praying for the healing rain

To restore my soul again.

Just a toe rag on the run.

How did I get here?

What have I done?

When will all my hopes arise?

How will I know him?

When I look in my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

When I look in my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

Then the light begins to shine

And I hear those ancient lullabies.

And as I watch this seedling grow,

Feel my heart start to overflow.

Where do I find the words to say?

How do I teach him?

What do we play?

Bit by bit, I’ve realized

That’s when I need them,

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That’s when I need my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

That’s when I need my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

Then the jagged edge appears

Through the distant clouds of tears.

I’m like a bridge that was washed away;

My foundations were made of clay.

As my soul slides down to die.

How could I lose him?

What did I try?

Bit by bit, I’ve realized

That he was here with me;

I looked into my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

I looked into my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.

I looked into my father’s eyes.

My father’s eyes.