Que Hermoso Mirarla Crecer

There's nothing that inspires me more
Than the sound
Of my guitar
And nothing that hurts me more
Than seeing
My little girl with tears

You should see how beautiful it is to watch her smile
At the one
She loves most in life
The pain that makes me cry now
Is because my love
Has opened a wound

And has placed me in reality
She’s no longer a child
Thinking for herself

And even though it hurts
How beautiful to watch her grow
To hear her say what she thinks
I have to understand her

And even though it hurts
I’m no longer her whole world
Now she chooses who she loves
She knows how to love and appreciate

God
Brought you into my life
And gave me the mission
To take care of you when you were a child

To feed you when you asked for food
And made me realize
That you weren’t my property
That you were simply my responsibility

He also made me know that one day
You’d think, appreciate, and demand at the same time
That you’d tell me my mistakes
But what he never told me
What he never made me know
Is that it would hurt so much
To imagine you leaving as you grow

And even though it hurts
Now I’m just your dad
And oh, how much the old man complains!
He jokes about it
But this is the reality

Even though I
Don’t like it and it hurts me