daddy's little man

now i lay me down to sleep, i pray to the lord my baby's soul to keep, and that's all i ask, he believes in the golden rule, santa and the ole' lady who lived in a shoe, i'm his guiding hand and he's my best friend, he is just a little boy, we build bridges from nothing more than tinker-toys, that we'll cross again, he stumbles thru the living room, doing his best to fill his daddy's shoes, guess he want's to be just like me, in his eyes i'm a hero, but he don't know how that scares me, i'm so much less than a super man, but for him i try to be, cause one day he'll be gone so far from home, too old to hold my hand, but i'll be his biggest fan, and he'll still be daddy's little man, he climbs in bed with mr. bear, and closes his eyes to say his bed time prayers, another day is thru, he says "daddy's great and god is good, let us thank him for our food", and god understood, he knows how children do, god was a daddy too,