Meditation on the man who raised me. |
I his boy not his lad not my father but he was my dad now he lies in his grave too late for his soul to save no guess why he tested me so where is an answer to let me know am I not deserving answers quite clear does the inquiry I've made come out of fear do I disrespect the man who has raised me up when every player revealed their back he had my cup maintained a house for sheltering me from violent storms should boys always remember dads wearing a halo not horns
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