Looking
As I grew up I always looked up,
And I always looked up to my Daddy,
I looked up to his powerful frame,
I looked up at what he did,
And I tried to do the same.
As I sat up I always looked up,
And I always looked up to his voice,
I looked up to his word game,
I looked up to his tongues rhythm,
And I tried to do the same.
As I stood up I looked down,
And I looked down at my Daddy,
I looked down at his cold frame,
I looked down at his still tongue,
And I try not to do the same.
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