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My father, the greatest hero,

The man who created me with strength,

The one who always deep inside knew me,

No matter the mask that I portrayed,

Things were grim and rough at times,

But, daddy he stood strong,

And when it came to discipline,

We knew when we'd done wrong.

But daddy harbored a great sadness,

Intense loneliness that consumed,

It killed me growing up you see,

Because I always knew.

Now the years have become many,

And my daddy's getting grey,

With joy he's found his life's companion,

And a happiness that will stay.

Her name is Nancy she wrote my daddy,

She told him how I was,

Unorganized a youthful mess,

Through this they fell in love.

His world has become brighter,

I hear completeness in his tone,

And now I too can have peace,

Because my daddy's not alone.