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poorvi sikka

Children Stories Drama Others

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poorvi sikka

Children Stories Drama Others

Daddy's Little Girl

Daddy's Little Girl

2 mins
300


I come home each day

Tired from the sound of printers and board meetings

Absolutely content with the life I chose

But each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


I walk into my cabin 

Each morning as people greet me

My juniors are inspired and haters continue to hate

I work with all my heart

'Cause that's what makes me content

But each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


To be independent is what I've always desired

Living on my own has been the dream

My life my choice a motto

And I think I did succeed

I own a house and have made myself some goodwill

But each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


I feel so glad that I managed to come this far

Without breaking down or giving up

I know my people back home are proud

They gleam with heads held high up

This is the perfect life anyone would want

But each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


This life is good to content each one

Yet it's so loaded with worries

A constant struggle to remain

Where I've managed to reach

Face the haters with a smile

So, perhaps, each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


No problems of statuses and brands

Lying on the bed and tv channels the only confusion

Cuddling nights and mom's patient ears

Eyes only filled with care

Wounds magically dressed through the night

So, perhaps, each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


Homemade food and breakfasts served with love

Arms always ready to hold you in them

Laps to keep your head on when you felt ill

Moments of agony just evaporated with a patient talk

And hopes made higher with some more

So, perhaps, each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl


I own a house

I wanna return to home

I feel content

I wanna return to loved

I have everyone around but I feel alone

So, perhaps, each night I wanna go back

Return to the old times

Times when I was daddy's lil girl



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