foot tall and bulletproof
I can see me, four years old,
The sound of gravel meant
Calloused hands, flannel shirt
Kiss goodnight and bedtime
prayers when the day was over
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
the world might put some labels on her
But no matter where I go,
I'll always be my father's daughter
I've got your arms holding me
I've got a place to land when I just
can't make sense of anything
the world might put some labels on her
But no matter where I go,
I'll always be my father's daughter
Takes me back to watching you
Raise your hands and sing about
Swear you almost came apart
When I asked Jesus in my heart
Said, "Annie, don't forget,
you are your father's daughter"