I woke up crying, late at night,
When I was very young.
I had dreamed my father,
had passed away and gone.
My world revovled around him.
I couldn't lie there anymore.
So I made my way,
Down the mirrored hall,
And tapped upon his door.
And I said :
"Daddy, I'm so afraid,
How will I go on with you gone that way?
Don't want to cry anymore.
So may I stay with you?"
And he said :
"That's my job.
That's what I do.
Everything I do is because of you,
To keep you safe with me.
That's my job you see."

Later we barely got along,
This teenage boy and he.
Most of the fights it seems,
Were over different dreams,
We each held for me.
He wanted knowledge and learning.
I wanted to fly out west.
Said I could make it out there,
If I just had the fare,
I got half will you loan me the rest?
And I said :
"Daddy, I'm so afraid.
There's no garuntee,
In the plans I've made.
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