My father

The meaning of a father from a child's perspective


Right or wrong

weak or strong

Who am i?


Tried to be touched

tried to be taught

oh I've tried..


I never really listened

until he had to go

and no longer has to fight…

When we met again

love and strength arisen

then I was touched…


So dear to my life

so dear to my heart

We'll never be torn apart


Have you seen my Daddy?

I don't know where he's gone

 I need him so often

I can't seem to carry on....

The End

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