Seven years ago a heart of pure
gold stopped beating; tender,
hardworking hands were laid to rest.
Seven years ago, a young girls
super hero was taken to heaven to
watch over her from above.
A little girls heart shattered, she
wondered; who would kiss away the
pain and chase the monsters from
under her bed now that he's gone?
Seven years ago, a great man went
to be with his maker, to the sky
above he left.
Seven years later, I sit here still
missing you, dad. Not one day goes
by that you don't cross my mind.
Every now and then I find a tear
rolling down my cheek with the
thought of your absence
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