my children

I walked those kids to school each day
Combed there hair an brushed there teeth 
I didn't believe that begging was what your knees were made for 
I'd count my blessings and hold my head up high 
Coz I'd be dammed if I'd let you people see me cry 
And I've a dreamt of fancy things real big houses and diamond rings
Where everybody's your friend you can just never be sure 
Now iii hold your hand an count to ten stand alone and depend 
But iii fall a touch closer to the floor 
And I love those kids more than I ever did before