Down the Aisle

One day before I'm old and grey,
I want to walk you down the aisle,
Holdings hands just to give away,
My most precious living smile...
To the arms of another man,
That I'm praying is sincere,
Holding back everything I can,
Just to talk into your ear...
As each step compliments our stride,
It's getting harder as we get,
Closer to the one man of god,
Only a father has to let...
As we pass every pew that stands,
I'm so focused on the priest,
That her groom and extended hand,
Doesn't matter in the least...
Cuz if he knew just would I would do,
If he hurt my loving smile,
He would choose any box that's used,
Until his casket comes in style...

To my Girls