Stina country

Forever yours.
A little pony.
Called Tiffany.
The most beautiful.
You’ll ever see.
Sweet love.
At first sight.
For my daughter.
She’s so right.
This beautiful.
Little girl.
Came around.
And changed our world.
[[For the first time.
Now for real.
Her own pony.
How did it feel.
Puré joy.
And happiness.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Darling Tiffany.
So sweet and wise.
A soulprovider.
In disguise.]]
This pony.
Our Tiffany.
She’s a hand full.
I could see.
But I knew.
My daughter would.
Take her time.
I knew she could.
Cause this is something.
I really know.
Nothing stops her.
High or low.
[[For the first time.
Now for real.
Her own pony.
How did it feel.
Puré joy.
And happiness.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Darling Tiffany.
So sweet and wise.
A soulprovider.
In disguise.]]
At first.
The shortest ride.
Tiffany was so strong.
She couln’t hide.
But then.
Suddenly.
Them toghether.
Flying free.
Most sertanly.
A perfect match.
Eaven though.
Sometimes a scratch.
[[For the first time.
Now for real.
Her own pony.
How did it feel.
Puré joy.
And happiness.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Darling Tiffany.
So sweet and wise.
A soulprovider.
In disguise.]]
This little pony.
She loved to race.
To see that joy.
On my daughters face.
They also jumped.
As high as they could.
Without anything.
As I knew they would.
This beauty.
I could see.
Them together.
Ment all to me.
[[For the first time.
Now for real.
Her own pony.
How did it feel.
Puré joy.
And happiness.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Darling Tiffany.
So sweet and wise.
A soulprovider.
In disguise.]]
Time went by.
My daughter grew.
This would happen.
We always knew.
So many.
Wrote to me.
Can we come.
Come and see.
Everyone.
Was wrong.
Until Emma.
Came along.
She’s a grownup.
But very small.
Will never ever.
Be to tall.
[[For the first time.
Now for real.
Her own pony.
How did it feel.
Puré joy.
And happiness.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Darling Tiffany.
So sweet and wise.
A soulprovider.
In disguise.]]
We got to visit.
Her new home.
It had everything.
But the gloam.
So sad.
Her little legs.
They couln’t bare.
They were real threads.
Time has come.
To set you free.
The sweetest angel.
You’ll ever see.
Thank you dear.
One of a kind.
Forever ever always.
In my mind.
[[For the first time.
Now for real.
Her own pony.
How did it feel.
Puré joy.
And happiness.
Nothing more.
Nothing less.
Darling Tiffany.
So sweet and wise.
A soulprovider.
In disguise.]]
Mälgårdens Tiffany.
Our beloved horse.
My daughters heart.
Forever yours.