I was never one for my kids to look up to br That's a stone cold fact that I'll always regret br br I was never the best dad, for them to hold on to br I was there and I provided, I cared…and yet br br I didn't give enough love, I wasn't tender enough br I was too much a disciplinarian, too quick to berate br br I wanted to teach them to be righteous and tough br I realize my mistake, now that it's much… much too late br br Too late to do the proper things…, br to say the words I wished I'd said br br Too late to cherish them over, and above all other things br Too late to tuck them snugly in bed br br To hold them tightly, to kiss them goodnight br Too late to see the happiness on their faces br br Too late for me to set things right… br Too late to tie their tiny shoelaces br br Too late to savor them clinging tightly to me br In fright at the monsters on 'Lost In Space' br br Too late to wonder at their amazing resilience br As I looked down upon their angelic sleeping faces br br They are blessed with selective memories that… br Remember only the good and not the bad br br Thank God for the knowing that they remember me kindly br But no matter their memories…I'll always feel sad br br For I look at old photos of them br And my old heart slowly breaks br br At all the things I should have done back then br And of all my past mistakes br br br Now it's too late to tell them Of Fairies and moonbeams… br and sparkling stardust and of Angel wings br br I was never one for my kids to look up to… br I can only grow old and… never forget br br That I never did enough of these fatherly things br And I'll forever be one to look back and regretbr br David Whalenbr br