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This is rather hard for me to actually say,
But as a man, I must get it off my chest;
So I hope my actions do not get in the way,
Because I wish to bring forth my very best.

I know that others shall criticize you,
Slandering you and calling you foul names,
But you must be strong and pull through,
And do not ever fall into all those games.

They shall try to degrade you to the soil,
Because you are not mine by blood or birth,
But you are mine by heart, so do not uncoil,
Because that is less than what you are worth.

Did I ever make it so known,
How really proud that I am
To have a child to call my own?
Did I, Did I say that I am?
Because I have been all long.

They shall fight to deter into misdirection,
But you shall know right from wrong inside;
For times when you need secret protection,
I am one in whom you can always confide.

When you need love in your darkest hour,
I shall be just a simple mutter away;
I shall become your that source of power,
After you are weary from a long day.

I know that we all have some fears,
But you do not have to face them alone;
When the world causes you cold tears,
I shall wipe the face you cry them on.
  
Did I once make it so true,
How very pleased that I am
To have a child just like you?
Did I, Did I admit that I am?
Because I always was as our love grew.