Father Of The Year
I was suppose to be born on your birthday but that didnt work.
You believed in me in soccer when I let myself down
All I did was frown and wantedt to quit
You took me to my first tournament and I made you proud.
Oh how I miss you and your smile
The last time I saw you I was 16 and you cried which wasn't your style.
I hope we can be with each other again
To see the rest of the family so we can all be happy.
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