Someone once asked me, who is your hero?
One whom fought for your country or saved a life from ground zero?
The beautiful sunrise that awakes the morning dew?
Or the moon that helps contrast the night sky blue?
No, none of these describe mine
My hero is someone whose worth relates to something that only I can define
As a child, such a great man
Whom always made sure I knew he was my biggest fan
One whom always believed in me
Always teaching lessons, so if darkness came I could see
The hero I am speaking of
Is you father, you gave me such love
Providing me with so many things
Setting me forth into a world to spread my wings
So when asked, who is your hero? I reply...
My hero, My father and that is not a lie.
A truth within that is so deeply believed,
I turn and can thank you for all that I have achieved.
Everyday you taught me the Golden Rule:
Teaching me Kindness, even to those who are cruel.
Helping me to love others and not hate;
So that I can make God proud of such trait.
Teaching me lessons about the good Lord above,
Reminding me each day to endure others with such love.
You dad, you made my life whole;
The steps you took each day deepened my soul.
And these daddy, are only a few reasons for my developed feeling;
If I were to paint a picture, it would cover a Cathedral ceiling.
Thank you for all that you gave to me...
Throughout life, in my heart, my hero is something that "you" will always be.
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