When I thought small you were my gard
you were the male who took the household charge
you were the male who took the household charge
don't think i have forgetten who raised me
when our father wasn't permitted a key
with my stupit ways
and my imature haze
when yelling and screaming occured
you gave me thoes soft spoken words
"It will be ok" you reassured
when the pain you had was more endured
Don't think I wont be ok
when i encounter my own fray
you raised me to believe
to set goals and achieve
I wont let you down
my life will be renowned
even though we are now apart
our bond shall never depart
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