for Clara, my daughter, my heart, my song br br br She didn't invite me, br my soul was there, though. br I was told she sang her song, br brave, beautiful, br young, and yet, strong. br br I was told, that br the audience, br she faced, fearless. br A tight and short skirt, br over endless legs, br over ivory shoulders, br flew her fair hair. br br Next concert, wether, br invited or not, br I shall see her by myself br I won't need to be told, br how my awsome daughter, br flies within a song.