Nothing Else I can Do
Because baby I love you
Out of everything I have said or done
Saying I love you
was never on my to do
But  baby there is nothing else I can do
Because I love you

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Update

I am over the 53000 word mark and have the outline for the last few chapters of my book soon the first book will be done, then I will just have to break it down into to chapters and do a quick edit then i will let my friends read it to see if it is any good if it is i am going self publish.

I love you…

I am sick of the lying
I am sick of the trying
I have to tell you true
What I feel about you

I walked out on you
Somehow you still loved me true
I said I didn’t love you
But we know that ain’t true

I am sick of the lying
I am sick of the trying
I have to tell you true
What I feel about you

I love you with all my heart
I don’t want to be apart
I want to give you my soul
Even though it blacker the coal

I am sick of the lying
I am sick of the trying
I have to tell you true
What I feel about you

I love you…

Daddy’s Hands By Holly Dunn

I remember Daddy´s hands, folded silently in prayer.

And reaching out to hold me, when I had a nightmare.

You could read quite a story, in the callouses and lines.

Years of work and worry had left their mark behind.

I remember Daddy´s hands, how they held my Mama tight,

And patted my back, for something done right.

There are things that I´ve forgotten, that I loved about the man,

But I´ll always remember the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

I remember Daddy´s hands, working ’til they bled.

Sacrificed unselfishly, just to keep us all fed.

If I could do things over, I´d live my life again.

And never take for granted the love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love in Daddy´s hands.

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´.

Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong.

Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle

But I´ve come to understand.

There was always love …..

In Daddy´s hands.