Iemand het eenkeer gesê
dat even though rose dorings hê,
die doring bos nog spog met pragtige rose
En ek dog dat vandag tog ‘n good opportunity sal wees
Om van jou, daddy, te skryf en te lees.

Ons pad was vol dorings en baie keer kom die duiwel
Met sy lelike horings
en gebruik ons weaknesses
En baie keer ons likenesses
Om mekaar kwaad te maak en te remind vani velede
And when that happens is die enemy tevrede.

When i think of the past, i have a choice,
To remember your good heart, instead of your loud voice.
To remember the road trips, instead of the months away
To remember the fact that you taught me how to pray.

Ek onthou die dae toe daddy ons huise bou,
Elke bietjie sweet, bloed, kap en knou.
Ek onthou die klompi karre wat so baie stuck
Ali karre was blessings, it wasnt about luck.

Amid the strife, you tried to give us a comfortable life,
Swaziland, Gabon, Madagascar, for your children and wife.
I remember Kruger National Park, Mozambique,
Touching the elephants, each experience was unique.

I was always your little girl, even when I got bigger,
I remember the arguments. Arguments. My biggest trigger.
Ma ek onthou die koppie tee het daddy altyd vir haar gegee
Ek weet dit was altyd die sorry na al die die seer
I wish your parents didn’t do those things that harmed,
Things you still struggle to heal from.

I will never excuse bad behaviour, but I will forgive,
Cause I have been forgiven by my Saviour.
And I am so far from perfect, it’s not even funny,
We will weather the storm, and see that it’s indeed sunny.

Al wat dit nou is, is water onder die brug
Die verlede vergewe, water oor ‘n eend se rug.
There is no freedom like forgiveness
Soos die leeus in die wilderness

Ek praat altyd van die goeie dinge wat mammie my geleer het
But the exciting childhood memories, you daddy, allowed me to get
I appreciate your good heart, and I appreciate,
That God gave us a brand new start.