There isn't a minute that goes by
There isn't a minute that goes by That I don't stop to think about My father The hands that shaped my early days The voice that taught me how to stand My father He says he made me in his image He sees a strength I cannot find My father tells me, "You are beautiful" A beautiful man in my eyes He says, "You're handsome, don't forget it" Even when you doubt your own face With the gray hair, with the curls turning wild He still sees the boy and the man My father tells me, "You are beautiful" And I am trying to understand I catch the silver near my temples I pull the curls back from my brow Then I turn away from the mirror Like it might tell the truth somehow But he looks at me without judgment As if every year belongs He names the parts I try to hide And gives them back to me in song He says the lines are proof of living He sees a home behind my eyes My father tells me, "You are beautiful" A beautiful man in my eyes He says, "You're handsome, don't forget it" Even when you doubt your own face With the gray hair, with the curls turning wild He still sees the boy and the man My father tells me, "You are beautiful" And I am trying to understand Maybe love is not a mirror Maybe love is someone who knows Every scar and every worry Still calls you by the name that grows If I could borrow his clear vision I would wear this face with pride For the man who made me in his image Still sees himself inside My father tells me, "You are beautiful" A beautiful man in my eyes He says, "You're handsome, don't forget it" And his words refuse to die With the gray hair, with the curls turning wild With every season I have planned My father tells me, "You are beautiful" And I am learning to understand There isn't a minute that goes by That I don't stop to think about My father
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