10 foot tall and bulletproof Always looking up to you I can see me, four years old, up on your shoulders The sound of gravel meant home from work Calloused hands, flannel shirt Kiss goodnight and bedtime prayers when the day was over
I've got your eyes, I've got your heart I've got your arms holding me I've got a place to land when I just can't make sense of anything This woman I'm becoming, the world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go, I'll always be My father's daughter Oh, oh, oh, oh
Now I'm out here on my own But I'm still "Princess" in your phone You've stayed the same while my whole life's been changing Been through heaven, been through hell Through it all, you loved me well Ain't no doubt that you and God are how I made it
I've got your eyes, I've got your heart I've got your arms holding me I've got a place to land when I just can't make sense of anything This woman I'm becoming, the world might put some labels on her But no matter where I go, I'll always be My father's daughter Oh, oh
Sunday morning, third-row pew Takes me back to watching you Raise your hands and sing about the living water Swear you almost came apart When I asked Jesus in my heart Said, "Annie, don't forget you are your Father's daughter."
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