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 ol 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 through the living room doing his best to fill his daddy s shoes guess he wants 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 superman 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 bedtime prayers another day is through 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 in his eyes i m a hero but he don t know how that scares me i m so much less than a superman 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