it just aint enough

i'm her covering
but when the rain starts pouring
she holds my umbrella
despite the mistakes

and money i don't make
she makes me proud
to be regular

lil ol' me
nothing more than a work in progress
blessed with the chance
to live life holding hands
with a princess
...wow
she carries herself like a young lady now
at only 7 years old
she's getting used to her crown

at 29 and some change
i'm experiencing pain
that makes me beg life
to slow down

our sundays end too soon
and fridays don't come fast enough
weekend visits leave me feeling empty
i guess my heart has too much
room
the seven digits it takes
to feel the phone on her face
don't offer enough space
for me to say
baby...i miss u

rotating every other week
aint easy for me
there is no need for the courts
to put me on child support
i give her my everything
for free

i'd give this lil angel
everything in my chest
my heart
my soul
and even my last breath

your honor
my heart is her wound
she is my bandage
i know my daughter in detail
like the fact that she's left handed
i know she doesn't like cheese in her eggs
plus she has a dimple in her left cheek
that i kiss before she goes to bed
as we hug and squeeze
sleep tight

last night i couldn't sleep
because i had tears in my eyes
the kind of tears
that only a father would cry
for his daughter

growing pain
is noticing you child is taller
since the last time you saw her
and realizing that all you have
is everything
you've offered

fear
is making that offer
here before a judge
and him still ruling
that every other weekend
will have to be
enough