The man, no myth, a legend.
He set a precedence that I'll be lucky to achieve
When I was a young child, he was the one who told me to dream
Even now, a young adult, he still urges me to believe
Always the first to accept me back, even when I leave.
He scares the living shit out of me, but not through intimadtion
The thought of letting him down is what keeps my mind racing
I fear him, I admire him, I could be him one day, I mean I am his seed.
My best friend, my mentor, my father is one thing I need.
And when the day comes, if his life is brought it to an end
As will mine, and my new life I will begin.
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