He was a good
man
Lived a very
hard life
Misunderstood
was he
But he was dad
to me
A strong tough
will
Hardened to
the core
Those
invisible scars
The Second
World War
He raised his
family
As best as man
can do
But there were
critics
Critics
without a clue
A
quiet reserved man
With a heart
of gold
His daughter’s
hand
Till this day
I still hold
He was a good
man
He was dad to
me
Tonight he
left home
Entered into
eternity
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