Dad, dad, dad. Oh, please don't be so sad.
Your minds eye you can see, a different world than me.
I see confusion on your face
and wonder how your in such a terrible place.
I cry buckets of tears when I wake up at night,
lie there and wonder if you are alright.
Soon I know that you will leave,
to be with your family and I left to grieve.
But, one day father you'll be there with me
and we will run through the pastures where horses run free.
Life is so unfair, I will always care dad.
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