My Dad is in the Clouds
My dad is in the clouds
I am here
his soul is free
Nothing to fear
He was my world
My friend to rant to
though he is gone
His memories I cling to
All his words
as well his laugh
feel like singing birds
or a safety raft
My Dad is in the clouds
I am here
he inspires me to move forward
to pursue my dream
and to move toward
the future he had always seen
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