Papa Bear
I remeber growing up as your baby cub.
You taught me how to care for myself incase you were not there.
Well now you are not here and I am still a lost cub.
I know you are watching over me, but I feel like that is not the same.
And I feel ,just alittle ,that I am to blame.
You have taught me to always keep my head up, but I tend to think that is to keep
tears from falling.
You saw potential in me, and I just keep stalling.
What am I waiting for?
My papa cub is still with me.
Just want to hear you say just one more time, that you are proud of me.
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