A Note To My FatherDad I never said to much to you I never was a perfect son Dad I knew you raised me right You showed me right from wrong Dad I always acted up when you were around I was never a quiet one DadA Note To My Father
I never spoke proud of you I was always the troublesome one Dad
I must have made you get grey hair I never was an easy son Dad You always held your head up high You always said how proud you were Dad You never spoke bad of me You loved without saying the words Dad
I'm dealing with the pain now that your gone I wish I
Life or DeathIs life worth living, I ask you to ponder Is there really life after death, is what I wonder suffocating cubicals and bonebreaking jobs Being stuck beneath all of the no brains and slobs We run like hamsters on a wheel we call earth It's a continuous cycle that starts at our birth Letting go, of our passions and wealth Never reaching, our goals of good health Posters and books that clutter our lives Dreams and hopes that we now despise Wollowing in guilt and pain everyday Hurting ourselves, so others will notice us someday Does life have a purpose or somekind of meaning &Life or Death
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