• A father is the one that is there,
    Through think and thin no matter the terror of the wind.

    They stand in the fire to protect there kids,
    Though some don't have the time to give.

    His little girl sits and waits,
    Knowing that he has no time to waist.

    Her sorrows grow with the passing days,
    Wanting and craving his arms to fall her way.

    The tiers she crys,
    Never to be wipped away.

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