Happy Birthday Dad

Raise the flag and let it fly high On every mouth of joy they cry File unto the street with dance of many styles This is a special day for a mankind Raise the sword in the air for the hero For he conquered in many battles yet without shedding a drop of blood Three scores and one salutes to the warrior of the desert and forests For he won his wars beyond the tropics, temperate and savannahs He is the god that made me The hand that molded me The stone that grilled me The iron that crushed me Yet the furnace that refined me Give it to the lion whose roar tamed the beast in me I love the running waters whose splashes soothe and bath me clean Blessed be the hands that helped heal my wounds. He is a brickman who laid me and mount me up He watched me set, rise and take a shape as I age He helped correct my mistakes He's a blessing to me even when he was in rage. Those rags you wore in the farm as you clear the shrubs Yet I rocked my sweet conductor style in the city When the wasp stung and the stumps tore your feet I cream my "Stella pomade" and laced up my "koko shoe" I know you flogged me in rage But the love behind it was never hidden. Just to correct the craze breeding in my rib cage You list those fine textured hair on you Just to raise heads fit for crowns _ The Ades. Yes I know you aren't perfect But you give your best as human Yes I know you didn't built mansions Yet you raised us for the future You may think you aren't the best But, when we count our blessings, we count you twice You are worth more than a million prize You have our eternal respect And beyond the graves we vow to love you still Happy birthday to my beloved father. Mr. J A Oloye I love you Dad. (FM CONCEPTUAL)