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For my father.
There's something about,
seeing the bravest man you know,
shedding tears.
That shows you the heart of fear.
There's something about the way,
you stutter when you say,
"thing's will be ok".
I can't believe a word of it.
Cause I know, these bodies were
meant to rust and decompose.
But it doesn't make it any easier.
If I could find, the words to say to you.
I'd repeat them til my cheeks turn blue.
If I could find, some peace of mind for you.
I'd give up on my point of view.
Some say, that Dad is God,
to the eyes of a boy.
I can tell you how true it is.
Cause my God,
grows a beard that's six feet long.
And he loves all of my songs.
And my God,
took my training wheels,
when I was ready to fall.
To teach me to get back up again.
If I could find, the words to say to you.
I'd repeat them til my cheeks turn blue.
If I could find, some peace of mind for you.
I'd give up on my point of view.
Now that I've found, the words to say to you.
I'll repeat them til my cheeks turn blue.
Thank you dad, for making a man,
out of this boy in front of you.
