A real hero
I know a person in my life
With a serious altitude with a beard,
Holding the file walking towards the door
turns and say bye and leave
Sometimes get late and sometimes so early
Awake us with love and make us slept with peace
Problems in his eyes problems in my mind
Never say a word just say okay
Get us what we want or where our fingers stops
Wanna know who the hero is
My father...... a real hero....
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