As soft winds sweep away the daysI look back on life through a haze.Remember playgrounds, parks and friends,In childlike gaze that never ends.The laughter in a game of catch,Shall memory ever attach...To innocence in youthful eyes,Catching the ball to Dad's surprise.
I recall my first bike, first wreck,Who picked me up, said, "What the heck?"Convinced me to give one more try,While, knees skinned, I forgot to cry.Just the joy knowing he was there,Making him proud my only care.There was nothing I couldn't do,My heart held fast that to be true.
Though teenage years were kind of rough,I sure wasn't too big or tough.You taught me to defend what's rightAnd never back down from a fight.So I learned the hard way to stand,Still, with each lump, I found your hand.Drawing from you an inner strength,And stubborn pride of equal length.
But there the line of fate was drawn,As though I blinked and you were gone.I found myself facing the sun,Not man, not boy, fatherless, one.Eyes blinded by a void inside,I could not live that you had died.Alas finding it to be true,I could do nothing without you.
Please, Dad, today just hear my call,I'm sorry that I dropped the ball.My life is wrecked, my knees are skinned,My emotions undisciplined.I can't get up although I try,Please don't be upset if I cry.Though I can't fight what I can't see,Please, Dad, say you're still proud of me.