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Dad

Iron grip, but tender hands
One on my shoulder now
A silent gaze, he understands
The pain I feel somehow
Some folks see you and think they know
Just who you are, it doesn’t show
Discipline, and reprimands
Seem different even now

Your gentle touch, your listening ear
I’ve learned from you, I pray
But also then, the silent fear
You feel along the way
Some folks see you and think they know
Just who you are, it doesn’t show
If you talk, they may not hear
The words you need to say

In moving up, from boy to man
I’ve watched as you changed too
Tried being everything you can
But days we know are few
Some folks see you and think they know
Just who you are, it doesn’t show
The minor changes to your plan
Reveals how much you knew

In later days, I’ve seen a drift
And wondered what you feel
Watching things you move and shift
The plan before you lays
Some folks see you and think they know
Just who you are, it doesn’t show
If they knew, they’d find a lift
In watching you these days

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