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MY DAD


I remember when i was the twinkle in my daddy's eyes.

Then he left one day without saying goodbye.

You where my dad that i once knew, But the little you know the pain you put me

through.

I've grown up and realized

That your life is nothing but joy.

Behind your shadow,

I stand and fall.

Its's a tough battle,

in which i feel so small.

Do you know what it's like

to feel so alone?

No friend, no dad,

no house to call a home.

Broken promises and sad goodbyes you left me standing all alone with tears in my

eyes.

In the blink of an eye, you turned your back and walked away;

often i wonder if you would have ever made it.

Everyday I dream of how perfect my life would be if you were here.

You were there when i needed you

to catch me if I'd fall

I am not the way i use to be 

I am heartbroken and terrified as you can see;

Remember my words, my father said

when he cradled me up and laid me to bed. 

He was always my pillar i knew I'd fall,

Always my anchor so strong and tall.

His hard face changes only for me.

His softer side, so careless and free.

He grew up in a town where people were poor, 

In a family quite wealthy with love.

He was raised by two parents who were stable but strict

And taught him to trust God above.

He wasn't a hero 

Known by the world,

But a hero he was 

To his too little girl's

For my father, my friend,

This to me you have always been.

Through the good times and the bad,

Your understanding I have had.

He wasn't faster then a speeding bullet,

but he was quick to come to my defense.

Unable to leap tall buildings,

but could lift my spirits when life didn't make sense.

If I could write a story,

It would be the greatest ever told.

I'd write about my daddy,

For he had a heart of gold.

                                             REST IN PEACE DADDY

 

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