Selena.

I miss my daughter Selena.

How she used to struggle into her riding gear.

At daylight.

I miss my daughter Selena.

How I roused her sleepy eyes.

How she used to set on my motorcycle.

Oh Selena.

Why did you crash?

You were so young.

And yet you death tore my life apart.

As I ride in Canada.

Feeding my baby soul.

I miss you Selena.

Your my baby girl.